Jason is still doing a music-oriented job managing a record store in Tucson, and I think Jenny is living in Boston trying to pound out a novel. I've always been the type of person that if sailing, I wouldn't want to lose sight of land. You seem to have a lot of self-determination equaled with faith in a star that you've hitched your wagon to. Everything is uncertain in that it pertains to the laws of chaos, so I guess that means that truths are mere ideology. I had to say that in case you disagreed with my previous statement on your being self-determined and having faith.
Every paragraph represents one night of writing.
I wish that you were here to walk in the fog with me because the visibility is about ten feet outside the door, what I would give if both of our parties could share in this experience. Well, that's how I feel with the fog. Until that happens, I guess I'll go on to say that you should really consider keeping a log of your writings. To me the letter that you wrote was very true and I wish that I was a little less inhibited with expressing my thoughts and could do the same, but I'm way too anal.