Letter to Nancy

I apologize for having taken so long to respond- I'll explain in a moment. Before I do, I would just like to let you know that if I'm not back in Massachusetts before the beginning of March, I intend to hitchhike my way back, so either way, I should be back by April.

In regards to the long response time... Well, as you might imagine now that I've passed the two year mark, I'm not feeling exceptionally human. I've been patently incapable of forcing myself to endure the outrageous climate of this place, and the fact that the limits of idiocy are constantly being tested by the general populace only serves as a hindrance when I attempt to make any contact with anyone through any means available to me. The longer that I'm here, the more absurd that it seems to me that anyone would assume that I'd been healthy enough for so cataclysmic a move, and the more that I begin to think that this entire ordeal will take me decades to adequately work out to the point where I'm capable of functioning on a 'normal' level once more.
It's hard for me to believe that it's been two years since I've been home, and almost as long since my last bit of meaningful human contact. It seems as if my profound loneliness has found a way to attach itself to the wall of my heart and evolve into some grotesquely pulsating tumor. Suffice to say, I'm not doing very well at all, and I would gladly make my home under a bush at this point just to be close to the people about whom I care- not that I don't care about my family mind you, but considering that my brother is rooting for me, my mother understands why I need to go and I haven't spoken with my father since he fractured my skull and I broke his jaw, I don't really see that type of 'love' as being very binding at the moment, nor do I exceptionally care about the existence of my mother's husband beyond his capacity to provide some vague sort of financial stability for my mother, because God knows that he doesn't provide emotional support or mental well-being.

I hope you're doing well though. It seems to me as if I'm enduring enough shit on a daily basis that the world should be in one of those rare periods of peace where some mad scientist cures cancer, a miscellaneous team of botanists discovers a cure for HIV/AIDs, and you can buy a soda for a nickle- and wouldn't you know that according to my sources, two out of three of them are actually happening? Now if only we had a working pesticide for those blood-sucking moths in India, we'd be golden.
-Charles