Sorry for the disruption. Sneaky eyes got wise. Anyway, we're safe now. A little coded I'm afraid. I know you'll write if you're confused.

Yea, everything's fucked of course. Why wouldn't it be? I think everything's great, then the hammer. Always the hammer. Why can't I just get out from under this and say fuck off? Why do I continually think there is some assemblance of hope? There isn't, Danelle. Never. Ever. Now Im crying at my desk.

Oh, and he lied.

He never lies.