*Hey,

See this is the part of the movie, and I mean the movie of my life, where I'd be driving home telling the viewer that F. Scott Fitzgerald said "American lives don't have second acts," and indicating that here in Manchester we do things a bit different and this is the start of the second act. The viewer would fill with excitment, anticipation would grow with every frame because history is about to be changed. My character, in the movie again, he would be looking different. Perhaps previously the film showed me with hair parted in the middle, but as the second act approaches, I've cut my hair and now have a fohawk. I've been wearing this red ribbon as a braclet for a little over a week, I don't know why, but it looks cool. Everything is changing. I write TAs 4 page emails about the books we've discussed (you should read the one about the Castle, I totaly understand Kafka). I'm getting good grades, putting in no effort, and have begun creating an amazing Media Company (plug this into your browser: www.bigbellymedia.com and www.voiceofmygeneration.com). I'll explain those later. But do you understand Steve? Everything is coming to climax. Everything is just beyond my reach. I mean for all I know, I may be changing the world. But see, I look at the sites I'm making and I get scared. I feel very phony. I don't know why, but I was telling Vivenne about it and I mean I just feel fake putting so much effort into something that may be nothing. I don't know, perhaps this is all really simple, a result of having an ego big enough to write your friends emails that begin with refrences to the future blockbuster feature about, well, my AMAZING life. It could be that I've been creatign the things that I figured would make me great and find that in reality nothing is changing. Well who knows, but anyway, we should hang out. Cheers.

P.S - The Mekons are really good. So are The Replacements. And the new Radiohead album.

Avi Flombaum

www.flombaum.com, where a little wit goes wee wee wee all the way home.*