Danny:
Why is it that every note I leave for you on Monday starts the same way?
Once again, let me say how sorry I am for my actions this past weekend. You were kind enough to welcome me into your home, yet I still managed to toss aside your graciousness and behave in a manner completely unfit for a neighbor and friend.
I am truly, genuinely sorry. I know that was no way to behave, especially with your mother visiting. I'm sure that she'll be good as new when she wakes from the coma.
And as for the whole incident with the knife, I want to assure you that I really did believe your thumb would grow back. You know I
always tell you that you look like a salamander when you are stoned.
Finally, I want to let you know that you were
so right to tell me to lock up
that thing before we started. You know....
that thing. The one I brought over when I came. I have to admit that I'd smoked the contents of the urn containing my mother-in-law's ashes and was pretty wasted before I came over (that bitch always did make me crazy, even when she was alive!
and thought it would be funny to bring
it with me. I'm so very, very sorry.
I know I've said it before, but I really have learned my lesson this time. Truly. I hope that we can still be friends in spite of my terrible behavior. Sometimes I feel like you're the only one who understands me and my problems.
Attached please find the fork that you poked into my forehead Saturday night. I have washed it and tried to bend the tongs back to shape. Tell your wife that I didn't mean to leave with it and break up the set, but the blood had dried my left eye shut and I couldn't see it hanging there. I have to admit that you were right about it being pretty funny. I can still picture how my right leg would twitch every time you wiggled the fork.
Ha ha! Good times.
As for your offer to set up conjugal visits with your sister, I want to thank you for thinking of me. I know it was always your hope that your sister and I would hit it off so well that I'd dump the wife and kids and take care of her. But, and I say this with all due respect and affection, she's fucking crazy. I mean, yeah, she's a total freak in the sack, but, man, she's a total freak
everywhere! I just can't take the risk of her deciding to whip out the knife again and try to conduct her own mega-bris in the middle of the night.
Besides, after that craziness you and I got into last month with your wife's vacuum cleaner, I'm still a bit sore and bruised on old Captain Cock there. I'd imagine you are too. I still can't believe you went ahead and tried it anyway, even after I'd screamed so.
Anyway, I want to reiterate my apology and remind you that I value our friendship more than I can say. I ask that, if you can in any way find the compassion to do so, please forgive me.
Your faithful and oh-so-repentant neighbor,
Steve