Here is the second part of my letter to myself… there is still one part left, and I will leave that sad part for another time. Here is the second portion:
…Drug use is a tender subject with me, Earl. By the time that this letter reaches you, I hope that you have quit smoking and drinking, but I have my doubts. I hate drugs at this time, and not just the really bad ones that I have never tried, but the cigarettes and the alcohol as well. Now let’s pretend that Scott C. helped me, or anybody in my sixth grade class during D.A.R.E education… because he didn’t. I rather got more of an understanding of the cancer sticks and happy juice that I now succumb to consuming, and that didn’t scare me in the least. I hate all drugs, but at the same time I love them… this may sound indecisive, but it is the case with me as a senior in high school. When it comes to drugs, I don’t know what to think… if you consume them, and yet you say you hate them, can you not be called a hypocrite?
Beauty… beauty… what is the meaning of the word? The dictionary defines it as “very pleasing or delightful to look at.” This is not very helpful because in this case beauty can be a word placed on anything. A cat or a dog can be beautiful to somebody. So, going on this, I would have to say that at this time I love beauty because it is whatever I want it to be. My poster of John Belucci on the wall of my room is beautiful, the music that I listen to is also beautiful, and the computer that I sit at right now, typing this letter, is also beautiful. My stance with beauty is that it is a good thing, and is necessary to have in a life that you are content with.
My attitude toward religion, Earl, is the most dramatic of all…
Part Three comes later, friends!
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February 21st, 2006 
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