Dear Danny,
Makes sense to write to you as of those I’ve known longest you’re the one I talk to most. And also am drunk with most often. And also the one who judges me most (I totally deserve that, I’m horrendous).
We were always the smart kids, not much has changed there, but we know how to have fun too which is a good balance. And I think it’s fair to say both of us really go to town on that. The “mystery sick” at my party and my behaviour at the Pit testify to the fact. But don’t ask me to come out on a Sunday night. I’d have probably blown all my money the night before.
Your wit amuses, astounds and often horrifies me, especially when at my expense. But that’s all ok, it’s good fun. And don’t ever change, as I find you rather hilarious. In a laugh-with kind of way, I assure you. You got guts, esepcially considering I could probably break you if I hugged you too tight.
Lots of Love,
Zoë
xxx
