Just as we were beginning to create sweet memories together, I lost you. You were my brand new camera. My mother and father purchased you for me this Christmas. You were the only thing I asked for, and I was so, so, so thankful to get you.
It all happened at Michael B's house on 14th Ave. E. in between Republican and Harrison. It was an amazing night. You know, camera, you were there. We watched the Space Needle fireworks from the corner of Harrison, we ALL kissed each other, we drank hella champagne, we danced, we smoked pot for the first time in a year, we talked epically about astrology, we discovered the MEANING OF CRUNK.
When I woke up this morning, and you were not by my side, I was devastated. Had you gone home with someone else last night? I've searched high and low for you, I've called all around for you. No one knows your whereabouts, or maybe they don't want to break my heart with the bad news that you have moved on. If you're reading this, camera, I will wait for you. One day, you'll be back.
Love,
Chad T.
this letter made my camera famous on slog.
Update: A few days later, my friend Stacy called me at 2am when I was in bed and informed me that she was coming over. I said I was in bed naked. She said she was still coming over. I thought something was wrong. She sounded like she was either crying or laughing really hard. When I opened the door to let her in, she took a picture of me with my camera. She was crying AND laughing really hard. These were tears of joy. She had found it on her kitchen counter, behind the strainer that we used to make crunk mashed potatoes at 3am on New Year's Eve. This is the best beginning to a year I've ever had.
It all happened at Michael B's house on 14th Ave. E. in between Republican and Harrison. It was an amazing night. You know, camera, you were there. We watched the Space Needle fireworks from the corner of Harrison, we ALL kissed each other, we drank hella champagne, we danced, we smoked pot for the first time in a year, we talked epically about astrology, we discovered the MEANING OF CRUNK.
When I woke up this morning, and you were not by my side, I was devastated. Had you gone home with someone else last night? I've searched high and low for you, I've called all around for you. No one knows your whereabouts, or maybe they don't want to break my heart with the bad news that you have moved on. If you're reading this, camera, I will wait for you. One day, you'll be back.
Love,
Chad T.
this letter made my camera famous on slog.
Update: A few days later, my friend Stacy called me at 2am when I was in bed and informed me that she was coming over. I said I was in bed naked. She said she was still coming over. I thought something was wrong. She sounded like she was either crying or laughing really hard. When I opened the door to let her in, she took a picture of me with my camera. She was crying AND laughing really hard. These were tears of joy. She had found it on her kitchen counter, behind the strainer that we used to make crunk mashed potatoes at 3am on New Year's Eve. This is the best beginning to a year I've ever had.
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