Hey.

I know that's not how letters are supposed to start, but I didn't know what else to say. I've been pretty messed up for a long time. I thought it was going to be OK, but it's not. Not without Lacuna. The other night I asked myself why I bother to stay in Sacramento without her. I didn't have a real answer for it. I need to be around people I know. Family, friends, or just people I served with. If people ask where I am, just tell them:

-I'm alive.
-I haven't gone crazy.
-I don't know if I'll be back.

We probably could have become friends. But, if I'm being totally honest, I've got too much baggage and I don't want to lay it all at your feet. The Firehouse is yours to use as you see fit. There's still some coffee grounds in the freezer.

~Hamia