Upon the severe nuclear fallout with King, I wrote him a letter. It was closure, in a sense. More so for me, but with intention to fall into his small, clammy hands. Written in a different colored marker per page, I was most certainly high whilst composing. Six pages long, I sealed with a kiss and about 60 staples. I stuffed my self made envelope with a whole bag of glitter. I wanted it to cover him after frustrations per my insane staple job. One last middle finger to his ungrateful ass. Alas, the letter never made it to his mailbox… It stayed in my car for months before Jack found it.