Notes on the Stupid Fucking Deficit

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Ode: On Sharon’s Impending Visit

SO, tell me, man, about this ingenious chick who’s traveling from Clifton to the door of your garden apartment in the New Jersey night. Tell me she’s bringing pretzels — hopefully dutch bavarian, because they remind me of the movie Say Anything. Have you ever seen Say Anything? It’s a classic. It defined love in the 1980s — and also led to the adorable cliche of holding a boom box over one’s head, broken-heartedly — and John Cusack is in it, so you know it’s good.

excerpt from Emails to Jennifer Lee

Your brother saved my life. Everything that I create has a part of his mind in it. If I ever find myself in a position of great wealth or power, your family will never have another sleepless night of worry.

Unfortunately, I’ll most likely be poor forever. It’s the thought that counts.

Just don’t torture yourself, Jen. That’s the one thing Sang wished he could change about you. He used to always say, “I wish my sister would just be nicer to herself. That would be awesome.”

It’s still a good plan, I think.

Love, C