“December 7th: Dear Dad… or God or whatever. I sold my guitar to get a bus ticket home. I met the girl of my dreams, but I’m dead to her now.
So. I’m coming home… in victory, arms open wide, sitting by a Greyhound toilet…
First stop, convenience store! I’ve got lies to tell – glory never felt so good! Justice was served – you were just too stupid to notice. That’s why I love you.
P.S. Take a fuckin’ shower!”