I don’t think Nathan is completely aware of the fact that his last letter to me made it on my blog. I think someone mentioned it in front of him, but he didn’t seem to notice. The thing is, I got a second letter on Tuesday, which pretty much assures me he didn’t know because the boy doesn’t like attention.

Here it is, (maybe the start of a new blog feature here?), word from home, part deux:

“I wish I was brave enough to tell you in person.  So many times I’ve come close, but chickened out.  But you deserve to know.  There’s no easy way to say it, so here it goes:  I like lame movies.  When you’re gone, I watch them.  Tonight I watched The Warriors.  I’ve already seen it, but that didn’t matter.  I re-watched to see what I’d forgotten over the years.  I wish I could say I was embracing the campy nature or making fun of it, but the truth is far sadder.  I embrace the terrible.  Stallone, Van Damme, Segal, I’ve watched it all.  I thought I’d hit rock bottom last weekend when I watched a French movie with the guy from the Professional.  It was terrible.  The plot was meaningless.  I walked away ashamed.  But here I am again.  I don’t want your pity; I don’t deserve it.  And please don’t blame Netflix.  Sure they made it easier, but the disease is mine.  Know that nothing I’ve watched is a reflection on you; you were always entertaining.

PS the cats knew and said nothing; feel free to blame them.

PPS  sorry, moment of weakness.  The cats tried to convince me to confess, but I lied and said I’d already done it.”

Sorry, no special signature on this one. Just a lone word document sitting on my desktop that I discovered upon my return from dinner at LaDuni with Vivian and Julie. I hope your Thursday is lovely!