         Well howdy! Okay, as if you weren’t expecting this. Sugar, we’re going down swinging. So hey there. Well, what are you doing here? Dead birds; oh, the carnage! Four days! 3 days. So, I suppose, this date, in the grand scheme of things, isn’t that big of a deal.
	
Hello Thomas, the man of rust. Hola mi amiga! How the fuck do I live up to that? Sooooooo yeah. I’m deciding whether or not to take the sexual connotation of “satisfy you.” Okay, I’m frazzled as fuck and life is bleak. Well heyyyy there! Well, hey there lover boy. I love your locker notes, by the way.
	
	Dear Thomas John Rustmann Jr.,

	Well hey there little bear. Well hey there, Plantagenet Cherokee font.
	I could die right now, Clem, I’m just… happy.
	Hey you, we need to play Scrabble later.

	New Year. Crazy. Nice cookies. I love this pen. Dearest person I know, so I just stumbled upon this lovely little font and fell in love. Hey there. You’re amazing, you know that? Well hey there! Hello there! Oh, you silly, silly boy, you. Fucking printer. Fucking printer is fucking ruining my fucking note. Okay, I am not insane.

	Sarah Steil’s literary masterpiece, “THOMAS RUSTMANN PLEASE GET ME THIS GODDAMN MUSIC,” was published in early 2011.


Thomas Rustmann Jr.