Dear Jon,
     How's it going? Sure is fine here. The food's okay 
I guess. They've got chicken and fish and cheeseburgers 
and the fries aren't that bad. They've got Pepsi, but I'd 
rather have Coke, no ice. Not drugs like you're into, but 
actual FDA approved things. Well, maybe not ice.
     This is a fine vacation. The resort wear is so white
and pristine and everything is padded. It's like I'm in 
the lap of luxury being force-fed bonbons and ice cream. 
But you know there's no force involved.
     It was nice talking to you last week. Hard to believe 
they let you talk anymore. Especially after that incident 
with the stun gun. That had to hurt. I can't believe you
didn't get any scars.
     This is a great pen. One of those specially made ones. 
The ink is blood red. Maybe it's not appropriate for you, 
but you're dead. I killed you. This is your blood I'm writing 
with.
     They say I'm you and you're me. Crazy. Oops. Forgot. 
You're the crazy one.
                                                    -JTH

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