I miss you, Karen. I think about you everyday. What I wouldn’t give to hear you yell at me, scoff at something stupid that someone says, or see you get all starry-eyed at the mere mention of Karl Malone or Julio Iglesias. You would’ve liked Billie, I’m sure. She’s the dopest. Happy birthday, mom. I’ll have a slice of lemon meringue pie, just for you.
P.P.S. You were right. Weed is great.