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To:
Collie Parker
14 Wellington St.
Sioux Falls, SD 57106
From:
Gary Barkovitch
38 Dogwood Rd.
Woodville, FL 32305
I hope to God that you’re having a lousier summer than me.
I’ve only been back for three days, and my old man’s been making me work like a fucking dog. Can you believe it? I knew I should’ve applied for an internship at that stupid job fair in December. (Harkness and Olsen are yucking it up in NY, those bastards.) Instead, I’m stuck behind a counter for eight fucking hours a day, bagging groceries. If I have to ask, “Cash or credit?” again, I might lose my goddamn mind. Plus, it’s humid as fuck, and my manager won’t turn on the AC even though we have one in the building. He said, “Either you get paid or the AC gets turned on.” And then I said, “Maybe if you could run a business, we’d have both.” And he sent me home for the day. I guess me and the produce will just have to keep sweating like a motherfucker.
It’s not all bad, I guess. It’s good to be back at home with my old man and my meemaw and Pricella. P’s an outdoor cat, so she likes following me around the neighborhood in the morning when I walk to work. Dad’s always working, from eight in the morning until nine or ten at night. Meemaw and I have already given up staying up to have dinner with him, which I’m sure he’s fine with.
My cooking’s still not too good—but you knew that already. Yesterday, I set the fire alarm off three times while making chicken and potatoes. That must be a new record for something. Tomorrow I’m going to try salmon, so wish me luck. Hopefully, the fire station won’t be called this time.
By the way, I talked to Garraty yesterday. He called me up from Chicago, queering it up with McVries, I bet. He told me that he’s visiting you in July. I know you offered, but like I said, I don’t think I can get the airfare to make it up to SD this summer, so this is second best.
Respond soon before I die of boredom or heat exhaustion,
G
P.S. Enjoy the photos from spring break—I just got them developed. You look like a dumbass in the pool picture, by the way.