Happy Kwanukuh! Zippo cash, so this is your present. First off, dont you !dare! kill yourself!!! Your too much fun to lose. Plus your not old enough to die. You haven't even made it to second base yet! Oh well. Your not a ditz either. Your smarter than some people I know. Anyway, here is the real gift, me being nice and caring...
Good friends are hard to come by, and your one in a million. You are so innocent, like a child who hasn't sinned. I am mean to many of my friends and your one of them, but it isnt real, the mean is a case, this is the inside. If you died I'd be a nervous wreck, knowing of your pain and suffering right before death would be nerve-wrecking. I'd have to get my acids back to make one that one finish that job. I do care about you, and about what happens to you. Seeing you is like a summer's day. Your hair is the sun, your eyes like the sky, and your body like the beautiful country side. You are like Fatso (the lizard that died a year ago), that is how much you mean to me. I hope no one would ever make you mad as a hatter or hurt you. When someone hurts one of my friends, I'm mad, when someone hurts one out of a million, they pay. Big."
A letter from Sean Keenan, for christmas in 8th grade. I found it in my room today. I always told him how mean he was to me and then I was given this. Really made me think, lol. OKAY some stuff you might not get would be "Happy Kwanukuh!" -- we always used to say that instead of christmas/hanuka/kwanza. It was Kwanukuh! Uh.. don't ask about the killing myslef part. And acids... are another story. He also says that he cares about me as much as he cares about "fatso". That'd be his lizard ^_^;; He LOVES his lizards. That's why we call him Spike. That and his hair. Heh. So yea, I found that amusing.