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Letter #2

New York, April 12th 2004.


Dear Mrs. Bray,

By now you might have noticed that music is a big part of my life. Like, when I see a pack of Parliaments, I begin to listen George Clinton and the The Parliament Funcadhelic playing Atomic Dog in my head. And Saturday, as I was going home I had another tune in my head. One that kind of spooked me. I was walking home humming and singing The Killing Moon, by Echo and The Bunnymen. That's the opening theme from that Donnie Darko movie we were watching. Well, what spooked me was that I don't know much of the lyrics so I was humming most parts of it, but the chorus part I know, and it goes like "Fate (right then I remembered your tattoo) up against your will, through the thick and thin, you will wait until, you give yourself to him." And I remembered then. That when I was sleeping with you... Wait.

Let's pause for a second. First let me say that I loved spooning (I don't know if I'm using the expression in the correct way) with you all night long. That really felt, extremely good. Just laying there holding you. It was amazing. And in the morning when we were waking up, and, you know. It was really, really great. And I specially liked when we were like, you in jeans, no shirt on, me getting dressed, laughing that was very cool.

But going back to when I was sleeping with you, I remembered that I had this nightmare that I was trying to go in some place and Donnie Darko, wouldn't let me go in. And Donnie was this short little guy, but he was a mean bastard, trying to hit me with his forehead. And I was like throwing punches on him, "like get off of me, asshole!" and I suddenly woke up because I thought I was jummping in bed, and I even thought that I had waken you up. But you were still sleeping, so I held a little more. It was already in the morning because there was light coming in the room and I wanted to fall asleep again so I could go back in my dream and kick donnie's ass. But I never when back to that dream again.

So anyway. The following night was kinda cool because I served a drink to Mr. Harvey Keitel, and made some ok tips and stuff. So wanted to tell you that and wish you happy Easter and all. But your phone was off. So I left you a message, because I also wanted to give you something that I think you would like. And the I called you again last night but you didn't answer the phone. Bitch. (just kidding, I AM KIDDING, I do not think that you have anything related to dogs except being cute). Well, so I wnet home to sleep.

So this morning I woke up and I had this music playing in my head. And I was humming this all morning long.

"I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain"

Isn't this depressive? Doesn't it want to go like "Oh, you poor thing. Come to Greenpoint and I will spoon with you all night long again". Doesn't it make you want call me right the way?

I never had this Police song in my head before. It's all because of you. I listend to this song the two times we were together.

So. My dear Meredith. Appear.

Yours honestly,

Marcello Lima