My father was passing by my bedroom and was astonished to see the bed
nicely made up and everything neat and tidy.

Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was
addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he say's he opened the
envelope and read the letter with trembling hands. I'd written:

Dear Mom,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope
with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and
dad.

I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you
would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her
tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but
it's not only the passion, Mom, she's pregnant.

Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the
woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share
a dream of having many more children.

Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone. We'll be growing it 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
Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!

Don't worry mom, I'm 15 years old now 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 grandchildren.

Your son, Brian

P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report
card that's in my desk drawer.

I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home!

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