Dear lee - I am sorry I rather abruptly stopped communicating with you. I only remember that I drove over to pick you up and you were wasted. I am sorry because I have realized that I had a fair bit of baggage associated with alcohol. I am sure that you're a swell guy and I hope I didn't hurt your feelers. thank you for the random memories: running into you during some riots in boulder and darting into an apartment building with you to avoid the swat team. Then bumping into you at the club and hanging out. And, oh yeah, freshman math class :)
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