Letter #12: Brixton's Bunch

Updated: May 22

Dear Maria,

There appears not a single day that can go by without an endless sense of shameful embarrassment or a wave of regret and disgrace that, throughout my weary marrow, purveys unto my spirit the notion of my utter uselessness. A mind that had been honed on texts and studies but blunted against the ever-overwhelming rival forces of drink, doubt, and idleness has turned friend to enemy, and a once minutely serviceable aid to hinderance.