I just hopped over to my mailbox and had a message alert fom my Max..so I am all happy..yeah..and then I read it.
I am sitting here..shaking in my skin..crying..HE WANTS TO COME AND VISIT!!!!!

My Baby..he’s gonna come see me!!! He will get to met his brothers ans sister and me and be here!!!

HE’S COMING HOME!!!!

God I love this guy!! I just have to share how amazing he is in his entirety!

Hey, sorry I took so long to reply to this. Last 2 weeks have been hell, what with getting my new car repaired, finding something else wrong, getting it repaired agian, running here and there doing this and that.

So little sis is 5 now huh? Its wierd to think about, these little brothers and a sister that I’ve never met, going along with their lives. When I finally drag my ass over yonder to visit, I got a lot of birthday presents to bring :).

Speaking of visiting, I plan on coming by for at least a weekend some time soon, and then another week or so when I get the chance. I figure we’ve waited long enough, so as soon as I get a free week, I’ll let you know and we’ll see if we can work out some plans.

Oh, and those politicians you love to annoy and antagonize? Give ’em hell for me.

That’s pretty cool about the writing thing. I was always pretty good at it, and I guess you are two. Just another family connection I guess.

Garin’s going snowboarding now too? I really out to swing by soon then, so we can go together. I started when I was about his age, but I still suck. He’d probably waste me.

Oh, and no dresses for Tristan. Totally not manly. Blankets, cats, those are manly (I still have my blanky). Dresses are a NO. Get the kid a leather jacket or something.

The halloween party looks like it was a blast. Love the Leia costume. Starwars costumes are always wicked pissa.

There’s little chance of convincing me out of ROTC. My warped sense of nationalism really has me going for it. My train of thought goes like this. People want oil, and we’re gonna kill each other for it, no matter what I or anyone else does. Some country is gonna end up winning, and if any country wins, I’d rather it be mine than anyone elses. So as much of a tragedy that all the bloodshed is, I want them dead instead of us. How’s that for screwed up.

Also, I wanna blow stuff up. I wanna fight. I don’t know where it came from but I always got a big urge to do battle. Thing is, I know its not all glory and victory. I know I could easily be killed or maimed. It doesn’t really faze me though. I want battle, I want combat, and I want to fight.

Of course a lot can change in four years, so who knows? I might decide to ditch out on them, so we’ll see what happens.

As for college, I’m all set pretty much. I’ve applied to 2, got into two, and I’m sure as hell not going to the U of Vermont. Way to many dirty hippies. So I’m going to UMASS Lowell, north of the city. I got plenty of friends going, and it’s close to Boston, so I’m pretty stoked.

And what’s the deal with having some kid live in the attic? Jeez, you gotta tell me stuff.

So, what’s new with me?

the band has actually been getting stuff done, which is good for a change.

We’re adding a second guitarist for the band, and it’s really making it sound better. The weekend of the 24th we’re holing up in beck’s makeshift recording studio in his house, and gettin our album done in one
weekend of music, chaos, and takeout chinese food.

Then we’re gonna bust our asses playing as many shows as possible with as many bands as possible in as many different places as possible. We’re ready to break out of town.

Getting back to dirty hippies, me and a couple of my buddies are going to the Bonaroo Music festival in tennessee this summer. 4 days of music, camping, and vast amounts of weed. They got an awesome line up, with Radiohead, Beck, Buddy Guy, Damien Marley, Tom Petty, Elvis Costello, and a butload of other awesome bands. Its gonna be wicked sweet.

Oh, and I got and idear. I decided I’m gonna get a new battery for the busted digital camera and take mad pictures so you can get a better glimpse of my life. Just gotta get me a battery. Which is spensive. Oh well.

That about it, drop me a line.

Love,
Max

Holy moly..I could pee my pants!!
WOOPEE!!!!