Lisa

September 20, 1989

Dear Lisa,

Being back in school stinks,

I don’t mind tho, since I have summer memories to get me thru my long boring days of geometry. When I want to think about you, I pull out my script from summer camp and re-read our scenes together. I have learned to only do this when I am alone, since doing the voices outloud for both parts makes people stare. And I have been reading even more plays whenever I can even tho I have a hard time understanding all the words the Shakespeare uses, its not like when I was with you and they just made sense.

Take this one story, Titus Andronicus, I have no idea what’s going on or why, there is a lot of killing people and I think I read it right that Titus just made a pie out of these guys and made their mom eat it. Gross right? I cant have read that right, I didn’t think that kind of gore came out before the Texas-Chainsaw Massacre. (which my Dad wont let me see b/c its full of Satan worshipping heathens, but I saw a preview of it in a comic one time, so I got the idea) but I digress…

How have you been? I am thinking often of our rehearsals at camp, sometimes I wake up thinking about them and have to change my underpants, I guess that a little TMI., Sorry,

Anyway. I hope things in Connecticut are good. I wasn’t sure of what your address was, but I remembered you saying you went to “the Academy” in Hartford, so I looked up the address and I just figured if I sent it there, you would get it in homeroom, you know, like I just passed you a note.

So I hope you get this and write back. If its not too much trouble, could you send a picture, so the guys in my biology class will stop making fun of me for saying I have a make-believe girlfriend, and if it could show your boobs that would be great.

TTFN,

Henry