Love Letter to Markee

It's been almost 20 months since you passed, and I still miss you, bro.  Your serene calm, your sweet, sweet soul, your like-minded perversions in erotic art LOL.  I miss it all, the Sub-m-m-m-way 3-hour executive lunches, the Olive Garden Saturdays, the trips to Moroso with your daughter, who is doing very well in physics, by the way; your mathematical mind has passed into her and is doing her proud.  I hope wherever you are, you're doing fine.  I believe there is heaven and hell right here on earth, and I fluctuate between both.  I hope you're not in hell (God knows you enjoyed porn as I do too) but your sweetness I think earned you a place in the light with the Holy One.  If we choose our own destinies, in this world and the next, perhaps you will yourself from heaven to hell, as I do.  Say hi to Trish for me (she was Markee's ex-flame who died in a house fire).  And Grandma.  I know you've got some good company now.  Enjoy Grandma's chocolate chip cookies cooked in Crisco by the bag-full with no thought of cholesterol!  And Enteman's cookies and milk.  And fart-stew (a sausage/beans/onion/chili pepper mixture).  We still enjoy a lot of those delicacies by the way, in your honor, of course LOL.  Soon Granny and Grandpa will be there to join you, and Grandpa, in his 30-year-old in prime-shape body will be there to hit 300-yard drives with you on the golf course of your imaginations.  Me, I'm doing okay.  I'm beginning to trust people outside the family...until they give me reason not to.  Usually when I open up, they open up to me.  There truly are good people in this world.  I need only be honest about what I want.  I'm liking Jewel, this fiery brunette who lives in my complex who is trying to get her career going as a fitness trainer.  Gave her a little business last week, and boy, she worked me out hard.  I think she's working as a bartender today.  I think she might dig me, likes my body, as well as my fiery determination to push myself to stay in shape.  I need to pose the questions "are you seeing anyone?"  "Are you looking for any kind of a relationship?"  "I find you extremely attractive" and so on, just kind of lay out that I'd like to spend time relaxing with her and see where it goes.  She works herself out hard, and it shows--she's got a gorgeous body.  I wish she could give up the cigarettes.  The smoke stinks and it's making her get old too fast in the face.  I might go over to Bru's room next week to say "hi" to the bartender, Stephanie, but she's with Tom, and it seems pretty secure, so I won't mess with her relationship with him, but just try to be a very affectionate friend.  Hope you're well, bro.  Talk to you soon!