Hey J,

I fucking busted you.

Finally. I caught you red-handed feeding me lies and mistruths. Good god does it feel good.

You purposley lied to me about Cal's whereabouts on Saturday. Then you purposley "forgot to mention" he would be spending the day with you and James. I'm being treated like a fucking moron and you're a cunt for it.

Now James is asking to catch up this week because he's racked with some sort of feeling. I swear to god, if you, Cal and James got up to something today... after the nuculear fallout from last time... and considering the heavy, emotional talk we had yesterday... All day I've battled that intrusive thought. I can't even write a coherent fucking sentence.

J, I'm no saint. But I would hope after all the arguments and long talks we've been through, you'd at least try to be a better person. I certainly am.

This week is going to be a doozey. I'm already looking at hotels in another city.

VB