Hey Nathan,

Here you go. This letter will probably be crazy short since I'm handwriting it. Well, today I went over to Carla's house (my boss, remember?) for dinner. She is trying to get rid of four of the most adorable kittens I've ever seen. They live out in Evanston somewhere. It was not at all easy to get to because you had to go down all these little side streets and then they, practically, live off of the street in the woods. I knew she had that whole "back to nature" thing going, but that's just a little . . . off. The food was good. The green beans were just like the ones you get in restaurants: uncooked. The meat, potatoes, bread and everything else was decent. She only put oil and pesco [sic] sauce on the bread, but it was bumpin'. Afterwards we were watching television and that's when the drama started. Her husband Bruce asked me, "What TV shows is the black community watching these days?" I almost slapped him. Carla and I told him how horrible a question that was. He explained it away. He then went onto talking about how horrible Asian athletes were and that Americans athletes look more like women. "What do normal women look like?" I wondered and then I checked myself and said, "Here I am scrutinizing Bruce in his own house." Carla laughed. Believe me, I was glad to get up out of there. So that's the big thing happening in my life right now -- dinner with the boss and her husband.

I got some shoes and sneakers from SYMS today. I couldn't believe the shoes cost seventy dollars. How expensive can you get? I didn't get to get my socks, because they cost so much.

Jeff called me last week and told me that he bought a car. A Dodge Neon. I couldn't believe it actually. He had gotten a drivers' license and everything. He was a little frustrated with having to take the bus to work and whatnot. Now he can go on his own. How wonderful. Now, I can start dealing with him ago. You know how I am. If a brotha ain't driving, what good is he?

Talk to you soon.

-- Burgundy