Rant

My Sordid Past

A letter to my friend Peter

All photographs taken by someone. By my guest and complain.

My instincts tell me no one would want to read this, that no one would be interested in a long, drawn-out retelling of past events, especially one told in the form of a letter to a friend that takes, at one final point, the angry tone — not angry at him — of remonstrance in regard to certain others.