Dear Friends,

For all my new buds that were just added to the dear friends letter list I say welcome. I also say that this summer will never be forgotten (especially Alison's gorgeous hair). Anyway....Welcome to "Dear Friends." It's a wonderful little letter that I send out to all my email buddies. I talk about something weird that's brewing in my head (which should scare most of you) in hopes that you will all email me back. Usually it doesn't work which is cool but, atleast I can "brighten your day" for a few minutes as so many have put it.

So anyway......now I have to brighten your day I guess. So I guess I will tell you a joke. Um. Two Italion guys and a Cajun guy live in a small town. All three of them have a dream to be Nup-makers (Nup = the little plastic peice on the end of your shoelace) So they all decide to save up their money and move to the Nup Capitol of the World......Delaware. (I told you it was a joke) Anyway, they start off working at a Nup Warehouse mass producing (is that supposed be hyphenated?) mass-producing Nups faster than the eye can see. They made the best Nups in the World but, the problem was no one would buy them and they couldn't figure out why. The first Italion asked the second Italion (the smelly Italion), "Why won't anyone buy our nups?" The Second Italion tried to answer but, just trailed off into a boring story that had no point (sound familiar?). The Cajun jumped in and said, "I went to college to sell Nups it's the only thing in the world I want to do." The first Italion tried to find out why, after following what they thought was their dream, they are so unhappy? Then it hit him.....Maybe he is making Nups for the wrong color shoelaces? I mean, until this point they have been making Nups for Yellow and Orange and Red strings. Mabye it was time for him to start making them for strings with the colors of blue or purple? "I believe that life is a big maze and everytime you find a door that you think is the end it just means you are in a new part of the maze but, you always have to remember....there is always a way out." The Cajun figured this out very quickly but, the Smelly Italion didn't catch on. The the three went there seperate ways. The Cajun stayed making Yellow, Orange and Red Strings. The Smelly Italion tried selling Grey strings but, no one in the world cared. Then there was the first Italion. He packed up his bags and decided to search for a company that made Blue and Purple Strings.

If some of you have sorta figured out all the symbolization used in this story, let's hope that it comes true someday.

If, after reading this, you want to tell me that in no way did I have a clear and conscience thought and you think everyone is now stupider just by reading it I say to you my friend.........."A simple wrong would have been alright but.....okay."

Love you guys,
Anthony Doria