Mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed
was nicely made and everything was picked up.
Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was
addressed to 'Mom." With the worst premonition she opened the envelope
with trembling hands and read the letter. .....
Dear Mom:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope
with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you.
I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew
you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight
motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion... Mom, she's pregnant. Stacy said that we
will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of
firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more
children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't
really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with
the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime, we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so
Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry, Mom. I'm 15 and I know
how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit
so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son Paul
P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Dustin's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report
card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home
was nicely made and everything was picked up.
Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was
addressed to 'Mom." With the worst premonition she opened the envelope
with trembling hands and read the letter. .....
Dear Mom:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope
with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you.
I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew
you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight
motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion... Mom, she's pregnant. Stacy said that we
will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of
firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more
children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't
really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with
the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime, we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so
Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry, Mom. I'm 15 and I know
how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit
so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son Paul
P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Dustin's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report
card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home
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