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Hey Ma,
Got here safe; I been here since tha 12th, jus haven't had tha time to write yet. ... ok so I had tha time, I jus didn't know what to say. Everything here's different. Tha people I mean, not tha place; freakin desert never changes. But everyone's gone - Snipes, my lil BLU punk, even Engie jus left... I couldn't even bring myself to say goodbye to him. I dun wanna be all crybaby and say I'm lonely but... I dun even know what to do with myself. I mean tha job's fine, ya don really need to know someone's name to bust they kneecaps in, but... we always been real social around here an junk. I jus been keepin to my birds an re-doing the garden - all tha plants died while I was gone, kinda figggered they would anyway what with winter an all that. But now tha garden's done an I'm jus... lost, I guess? I dunno. Jus feels weird.
Henri's doin good, big fat ball'a feathers; she been hangin out wit the otha girl chickens like they havin some kinda freakin' social event. An my cat's still here! She's stickin to tha cella mostly, turned into one heck of a mouser. But I think she's startin to come around, actually lets me pet her while she's eatin now. Anotha few weeks and I should be able to bring her upstairs witout too much trouble. ... I hope, anyway.
So how's everythin at home? My idiot brothas stayin outta trouble now? Hopefully they learned SOMETHIN from what happened to me... then again us Byrnes neva learned nothin easy, huh? What about dad, he stayin outta trouble? (Yea, I know - fat chance. Think we all got the troublemakin thing from his side'a tha family, darn spies.) How's Dee doin? I gotta write her a letter too.
Gotta go water the plants before the crazy starts so write me back when ya can. Love ya!
Love,
Brandon (SCOUT whateva.)