Letter Dated Wednesday, October 22nd

Dear Fearless Leader,

I'm either delusional or I'm starting to have a little faith. I had a moment today, with a mound of dirt. It was cupped in my hand; I looked at it for a second. Then I smeared it on some scratches and smiled.

I'm starting to see the poetic side of suffering, and I'm smiling because I feel like I belong.

Your Servant,
BJ