“I don’t know if you ever quit smoking. I don’t know if you got married or had babies or reached any of those milestones of adulthood. I don’t remember the last time I saw you, though I suspect it was at a family wedding due to the intermarriage between our gene pools. I’m sorry I was such a dick. I’m sorry that I considered sending you to jail. I’m sorry that I demanded you be a part of my insanity. I’ve never found a way to ask about you that didn’t sound like I was inquiring after an old lover. We were of two different generations and there was no reason for the two of us to know each other. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”