“Oh, well I do write him all the time,” I told the soldier regarding his son. “I keep him up on stuff. He know what is going on all the time because I tell him.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I am always mailing him notes, why? Is this bad?”

“No, I’m sure he likes it. Blather from, P. I’m sure he gets the mails and thinks, let’s see what P’s got today.”

(swearing below the break)

“Blather from P?”

“Yeah. You don’t know you blather?”

“I do know.”

“Well it’s always interesting. I read your blather for 3 years and I always liked it. Yeah, the mail would come in and I’d open it, let’s see what P has to say today. I was a SUB-scriber” he added. (to my original / old blog)

“Yeah, I know you were.”

“Yep, I would read everything you wrote, see what you had to say even though some of the days it made no sense. I’d think, what the fuck is this, P?  Yeah, I like hearing you go on and on but it’s not like I’d ever listen to someone else go on and on. I’d tell ‘em to shut up and if they were offended, all the better I won’t have to listen to their ass anymore. You don’t like me? Good, because I don’t like you either. Anyway, you go ahead and send him. I am sure he enjoys it, he talks his ass off too. Yeah, he talks and talks, ’bout drove me crazy asking questions when he was a kid. I don’t know why people like to talk so much, I don’t like to talk at all….”