Kendrick

Dear Kendrick Kensington of Carrington Court,

Como Estas, home-skillet? How is your world?

I had so much fun when I came to visit you in Atlanta, it was a really great memory for me.

Your house was absolutely beautiful and you were such a gracious host.

I know you probably think that it is fucked up that

When I left,

I stole your DMX CD. Did you even know that it was missing? I would say that I’m sorry but that would be false.

I always take a souvenir from a lover; I took Adonis’ Michigan teeshirt while he slept. I took Kane’s basketball shorts out of the dryer one day when I was washing his clothes.

In your case the music seemed the most appropriate booty since I couldn’t fit any of your cute plaid sweaters.

It seemed appropriate because you said, “I don’t even know why I bought this, I don’t even like DMX.”

That being said again thank you for your southern hospitality and not being pissed off about it.

I know that we haven’t spoken in a while but I knew in my heart that it was a bad idea to lead you on.

I knew in my heart that you could not see yourself with me for the rest of your life, even if you had convinced yourself it was so. I wasn’t surprised when I found out that you decided to come out and that you are happily married to the man of your dreams.

If only I were so lucky.

I’m so proud of you for realizing how short life is and it is so much more important to live it being true to yourself than pretending to save face.

I appreciate all the time you spent wining, dining and entertaining me during my visit. I am sure that your husband is satisfied that he has married an exquisite lover and a brilliant man.

I really loved when you washed my hair and did my makeup. I looked fucking fabulous for the entire weekend! I only looked better once, when I let the makeup artist over at CrazyHorse Gentleman’s Club do my face. But she was a professional.

And that is a story I’ll share with you in another letter.

I hate to bring it up considering that I swiped your music-

I hate to bring it up because I understand how happy and successful you have become-

But you told me that you were going to pay for my bus fare down there,

And that was fourteen years ago.

You still owe me a hundred dollars, honey.

So subtracting the cost of the CD that I lost a week after I got home,

I look forward to your remission of $85.01. My address is on the envelope.

It’s not because I’m angry that I want the money, it’s just the principle.

You said you would, so you should.

And as soon as you pay me I am sure we’ll be better friends.

Remember Kane? Well, we aren’t together yet as you prophesized all those moons ago

But we do talk every day and I still love him very much.

So there is still hope for me.

No personal checks please.

It’s not because I don’t trust you, it’s just the principle.

Take it easy and keep in touch,

Yours Truly,

Pixie Lorraine Prince