[Accidental Video]

[do_it_in_three]

[Here's Jim, at his desk, with a bottle of bourbon whiskey and enough alcohol dampeners that he may or may not have taken from sickbay. Who really knows. Jim sure as hell doesn't remember at this point. There's music playing in the background, and Jim is singing off key with it. He's gotten through some of his bottle, and it's starting to show.]

I see a red door and I want it painted blaaaaack.
No collooors annny--

[He trails off mumbling. Definitely forgot the words, atta boy Kirk. He gropes to the right of the screen and the sound turns down a little. Grabbing the bottle he lifts it and takes a drink, leaning back in his chair and kicking up his feet.]

C'puter, begin letter procccess. T'Sam. [The computer chirps it's ready signal.]

Hey Sam. Hope 's'goin' well with you. How're the kids? They better make you breakfast and. Shit like. Yeah. Say hi for me, huh? Aur'lan too. Hey, you talk to Mom lately? Say hi t'her too if you do.

[He goes silent for a while, taking another drink. And seems to forget he's recording a letter because he turns up the music again.]

I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll--

[Trails off again, lifting his bottle in a salute to his right, empty air.]

Happy father's day.