ERIC

MOMMA

"Hello mom, it's your favorite son, I'm still fine. I have travelled to the Saudis and life here in Bojan is not quite easy. Actually I write this letter from a cell with an earthy floor and a bucket full of pleasant and dulcent paste. The room reeks of spices. I guess you know what I'm talking about momma. It's so beautiful. Someone did graphic design on the walls with his s**t. It's so nice to be inside momma. I write this just to ebb the pain. I don't know if it will get to you, I hope you get them though I don't need your reply. I know it will be a red crepe paper covered with tears and no words. So I really don't need those reply. I don't want to come home. It's so shameful.