Open Letter To That Guy John:

Dear John,

Remember Schwanny weekend? You know, the one where we listened to 3OH!3 in the Honda Fit and got Taco Bell? And remember we stayed in that house with ghosts and the entrance to the underground railroad? Remember the shot gun heard around the world and playing with shot guns? Who could forget that?!

And to think, the only other time I saw you the whole summer was in this picture where you were sitting in a hammock on a roof eating pringles. You are perfect. Can we hang out again soon? Do you have cable?

Thanks,
Krausey