I’ve read this letter a dozen times. Nothing about the girl I messaged strikes a chord. I assume she wanted to play the violin.
Hi,
I’m really good at laughing while I sleep. It drives people crazy, but that just makes it more fun. I can give you violin lessons. They wouldn’t be any good, but I could do it. With the Internet anyone can become an expert in anything. It might better if I got violin lessons first. Or we could go halves on it. I’ll take the G and D strings and you can have A and E. Sound like a plan? Not necessarily a good plan, but it resembles some sort of plan, right?
cheers,
She never replied. I still don’t remember a goddamn thing about her. That’s what happens when you… oh who gives a fuck.
p.s. I am really good at laughing in my sleep.ย