Patchkee

Like Jack, I always wanted to go West.
Like Jack, we both ended up North.
Instead of chasing the sun and the waves and the beaches in San Diego, to go to these faraway places where the sun never sets, in these never-ending salty and sandy days, I am here covering myself while shivering. I am at a stage now where I seem to produce cold, now just exhaling it.

This brief note is to let you know that I have packed my bag.
Hope all is good with you,
mx