Another Rainy Night 4

Dear Charlie,

I'm seeing an end to these letters. I hear your time is almost up and I hear you'll be returning to Toronto. Can't wait to see what happens then!

So, I had this crazy dream last night. I was taking Perry for a walk and we came across this, like, army of cats who started sniffing me and Perry. The cats all of a sudden started multiplying and multiplying until this whole field was filled with them. It started to become very scary at that point. I mean, I don't hate cats, but if you had to walk through them like they were the ball pit at FunZone you'd be a little freaked out too. Anyways I woke up right after that and Perry was just looking at me. What a wierd dream. And could you imagine the smell of all those cats? I don't even want to think about it.

So how's life for you, Charlie? I've been goingon in these letters so selfishly and now even considering how things are for you. Maybe that's why you never write me back. Now, now I'm on to you.

Gord Cummings

Another Rainy Night 3

Do you remember yelling at me for turning on the propane on the camper? I recall it pretty clearly and I think it influenced the way I saw you for years to come. I wondered for a while how anyone could be so mean so quickly. I learned though to accept your temper and even adopt it at times. I have to wonder though how that shit is learned. Did I just answer my own question? Anyways see you after work. I look forward to meeting you finally.

By the way I rented "Air Time" which is a documentary of Michael Jordan. Maybe we can watch it?