A Father Passing By L.Johnny Bedroom.

 

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that m@rijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone.

We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so that Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it! Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your many grandchildren.

Love, your son, Johnny.

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true.

I’m over at Jason’s house.

I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on the kitchen table.”

“Call when it is safe for me to come home!”