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Dear Eddie.

Today was a good day.

I went to a political meeting. Jean Luc Melenchon, he’s like the ultimate left wing candidate here. We were 120 000 to listen to him in Marseille.

We went there with the party’s bus. It was mental. And it was great.

Moving on.
I didn’t write lately. Stuff has happened. But not really interesting stuff.
I got in touch with my classmates from Creative Arts, someone took a picture of me holding a red flag and a baby wearing the same clothes as me, I watched all the episodes of 30 rock (again), I joined PCF (Parti communiste français) I got myself a job, the shop where I worked closes tomorrow, I realized how much I missed my iphone and I started watching all of Alec Baldwin’s filmography.

I think I’m developping a weird obsession for Alec Baldwin. I already thought he was a brillian actor and everything but something’s different now. I don’t know what. I don’t fancy him, I just can’t seem to stop watching his movies.

Of course you stay Number One.

Bunchaflowers.
One of many fans.

K.

Dear Eddie.

“William Shakespeare” is the anagram of “I’ll make a wise phrase”. I’m so bored I’m actually making lists of anagrams.

I usually don’t do anything on mondays and tuesdays and then I find something for every other day of the week. Today is wednesday and I can’t find a single thing to do. Nothing.

I need a job. In the past month I have watched every single episode of QI, I’ve never seen Star Wars, Never mind the buzzcocks, Would I lie to you and Stephen Fry in America. And QI and Never mind the buzzcocks have a lot of episodes.
My life couldn’t be less useful.

I’m bored.

Bunchaflowers.
One of many fans.

K.

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Dear Eddie.

I lost faith in this world.  I lost hope for this world.
I don’t know if I actually ever had any faith or hope, but if I had, it vanished.

Some wanker stole my phone and threatened me the other day. (I’m fine, by the way. I hit him with my skateboard.) One of my friends got mugged, another gets harrassed every because she’s a lesbian.
The human race is so violent, so selfish, can be so inteligent yet so ignorant, so pathetic. And we’re all the same. All riddiculously useless. Desperate to achieve something but unable to. Our tiny little minds constantly working to find a way to survive, find a way out and leave some kind of legacy before we go. Only we can’t all leave a trace.

Some of us manage to become great, or simply  less disgusting than others. I don’t want to live in a world that’s that random, where everyone believes they’re equal because they refuse to admit that some are smarter, stronger, have a better sens of humor, a better bone structure, more muscles, more charmisma, more wit or just a better eyesight.

I can’t accept the fact that it’s all random. If it’s not random, it has to mean it was planned, and a god made each and every one of us. I don’t want to believe this. In fact I don’t.

I’m just thinking that something, somewhere, somehow killed my dad, two of my friends. Even your mum. A friend of mine lost her dad. A friend of mine lost her mum. A friend of mine lost both her parents, another lost his sister. Someone in my family got severe diabetes, a friend of my mum’s has epatitus, one of my old teachers has cancer.
Yet murderers, rapists, racist and homophobic people are alive, healthy and happy to be living in their tiny little world with their filthy little minds.

Nothing is fair.
This societey repels me, the people in it make me want to throw up.

I’m not complaining. I’m just not proud to be a part of it. And I’m not proud to say that I’m not better than any of them.

But it’s fine.
In the end nothing matters and everything’s fine.

Bunchaflowers.
One of many fans.

K.

Dear Eddie.

Thank you.
I don’t think I could say it better with all the words in the world.

Thank you for everything. You have changed my life in such a beautiful way, with your comedy, your movies, your generosity, your determination and your confidence.

You brought me laughter through tough and strange times, You made me think, you made me believe in myself. You made me understand I was not alone. You made me cry.

You gave me someone to look up to. If I could become half the person you are, it would be more than enough to convince me I became a good person.
Although I would like to be like you, I never will. I never will because of one small detail : You like people. I don’t. I’m a pessimistic misanthropist. I don’t believe in humanity, I don’t believe we are good, I believe we are only here to kill each other and destroy ourselves. I don’t like people. But I wish I did.

I think it’s safe to say you changed the lives of all your fans. And I don’t know if we help you, but you help us, and make our lives better every day. I hope we do help you and generally make you happier.

And if you ever read this, I would like you to know that there are thousands of us listening to you and thanking you for all the good you did and all the joy you brought in our lives.

You are an inspiration.

Thank you.
K.