Leaves (for onapostcard)
Pops!
I know what you are thinking. 'My son's ran away again. He's left the job I gave him picking up the 3 hundred billion leaves from my backyard and is never coming back again'. Close. Not true. BOGUS. I got the call from the Wild, Dad. A real call and a real Wild. Sam Wild invited me to the opening of his sushi bar in Santa Monica.
So, yeah. Don't call the cops, the army or anything. No, I haven't been kidnapped.
I'll see you around some time during this millennium and I will come bearing gifts! So far I've got you one of those little cocktail umbrellas you like so much. I'll see if I can attach a sense of humor to this postcard.
-Shawn