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Dear Mum,

I'm sorry for not writing lately. I started a new job as an overnight security guard at a twenty-four-hour grocery store. It's cool, I get free sodas. Chicks look at me like a joke, though. Oh, and kids throw pennies at me. I don't know how long I'll be doing this job.

There's this group of kids who think they're the Lost Boys or something, but they ride around on Huffy's. One of them has his hair in a mullet with a skunk stripe up the middle. He's among the penny-throwers. He's a pretty good shot, I have to admit. He must have filed his teeth down, he has these little fangs.

Anyway, I caught Skunk shoplifting some Clamato three nights ago. He wouldn't say anything, he just kept staring at me like he was going to eat me. The only family contact info he would give me was his sister's, and when she came to pick him up, man, she was hot!

She signed the release and made Skunk wait in her parent's minivan. Here's where it got a little weird...

As she was reading through the forms, she was tapping the pen on the desk in the same rhythm I heard on my sliding door last week. I wouldn't normally have noticed, but it's a pretty distinctive rhythm, like the opening of Doctor Who. Julia was her name. She was the only person at that grocery store I've ever seen who smiled.

I haven't seen the kids or her at the store since then. Makes sense, they are probably embarrassed by the kid getting caught.

I wonder what store they shop at now?

CC

Dear Mum,

I tried watching X-Files with no lights on... It turned out to be a bad idea.

Jeremy from next door brought the beer and cheese dip, I brought the pretzels. He cracked me up with his Cookie Monster impression, pretzels went everywhere. All fun and games until, in the midst of the episode about killer roaches, a bit of pretzel hiding in his collar took a bounce onto his lap.

I shrieked, he jumped, and a beer bottle flew into the television screen. That was the end of X-Files night.

Strangest thing, though. I thought I heard tapping from the sliding porch door, but when I looked behind the blinds, there was nothing... No one.

I tossed Jeremy out, but I had to feign grace at the broken television incident. He's the letter carrier for our street, and I'd rather not piss him off.

Going to bed, right after I toss the covers for roaches.

CC

Dear Mum,

I hope this finds you well. My quest to conquer boredom has brought me to VampireRave.com. It's been an enjoyable site to visit so far, and people seem so much more giving than on friendface (you know what I'm talking about).

I especially like the vampire database. Good reading when I'm between stops on the bus.

Someone knocks at the door. Probably a delivery. I'll write again, soon.

CC