Letter to Glenn

Dear brother Glenn we miss you and love you. I’m wandering a field of dizzy dreams called earth. Come back you damn fool. Where ever this gripping addiction has taken you. Back from the depths of deadness. YOU and your damn nine life’s. (like a cat) This isn’t you brother!!! You’re better than this. We all are. Your consumption of gallons of pickle juice as a child. Hanging with no shirt on our white fence singing Petula Clarks “Downtown” And older you became a man. Your good cooking. Your hard working ethic. Min Goldblatt hero. Good father. You took me to my first AA meeting! You dragged me out of a no where job and got me a job with benefits. You fixed my chipped front teeth. We went on adventures together into the trees off the railroad tracks. Remember crossing the train trestle and hearing the NJ turnpike roaring below…??? A river of cars and semi-trucks downshifting. All the girls that chased you and made me so jealous. You will always have life by the balls. Escaping everything that comes your way except this powerful demon that holds your heart and soul hostage. Oh brother, where art thou?!!