Dear Rich, Episode #13

                                                                          April 1, 2023


Dear Rich, 


  I can’t tell you how happy it made me to write April at the top of this letter. 20 Days until court and hopefully some definite answers. April 1st. “April Fools Day” Ineed. LOL. 


  Nothing to eventful so far today. I talked to my Mom this morning and she was with my Aunt and JoJo. So it was nice to hear all of their voices.


  Listening to the banter between all of the boys in here throughout the day, is like listening to a group of elementary kids, trying to see who can play the lamest joke on one another. An argument broke out today, because someone kept pushing the sink buttons and flushing the toilet, hoping it would cause whomever was in the shower at that given moment to have either extreme hot or extreme cold water. Threats of “Watch out…” and “ whatever you do to me, I’m going to do double to you…” we’re taunted. Elementary days are NOT in fact behind us. Last night, there was even a, let’s call it, “tap battle” (Yes, you read that correctly), I repeat, a tap battle in the middle of the dayroom. Let me try to describe. We are given these very thick, loud plastic. “Birkenstock shaped” sandals to wear. They are extremely heavy, and can be very loud if necessary. As I sat in my bunk, reading my book, my ear started to hear Remnants  of what could possibly be mistaken for “tap” sounds. I looked up and saw two guys going back-and-forth, stopping their feet with no particular rhythm, “battling it out”, let’s call it. When one was declared the “winner,” the other backed out, and a replacement took his spot. I was trying to study the feet and the sounds to see if I could sense some sort of rhythmic pattern. Alas, I could not. This was simply a game of who could make both the loudest and fastest sounds with their fancy footwear. I may be for a split second thought about joining in on the competition, but then I thought, as an actual TRAINED TAPPER, I couldn’t do that to them, and furthermore clearly nobody knows what actual tap step sound like here – what if I entered and lost?!  I wouldn’t be able to stand the embarrassment. So – a judging spectator, I shall remain. Je-Shawn was deemed the “winner”.  I’ll count as a win for the west Hollywood Hills.


  Speaking of the hills, we just lost a resident. 13 days in this dayroom and I still do not know his name, but in my defense, he spoke, literally zero English. In my previous letters, I referred to him as a “Where’s Waldo” - but actually a NOT SO MUCH “ Where’s Waldo” ‘Where’s Waldo’ Adios “Not Waldo.” Your silence will be missed.  Everyone now is going agog wondering who will be the replacement. Hopefully not a “J-Catt.” That would be detrimental to the vibe here in the Hollywood Hills. But the drama of one could work for a day or two – but nothing more than that. I suppose only time will tell. 


  “Not Waldo” has officially been replaced. Isaiah is his name. Not too much information yet, other than he’s African-American, and has very very white teeth, or thought it seems. Very friendly – but we’ve all just met, so that’s all to report as of yet. Update: Isaiah has been asleep since his arrival… Five hours ago. So no update at all. I was thinking of getting back in the phone line – but it’s so long. I don’t think I would even make it my lights out… which is 11 PM. By far the biggest flaw that Dayroom #4 brings. The line is quite literally hours long. Crazy. I’m going to try to wake up early and call Kylie Koo. I know she has tomorrow off from her cruise ship rehearsals.


  Well, it’s technically the 2nd where you are now, which means it’s your birthday!!! I hope you’re out doing something. You deserve it more than anyone. But I’m not staying until I wake up tomorrow. ❤️ I love you with all of my heart, and will be dreaming of you. A hundred kisses…xoxo 


Forever yours, 


Sean ❤️ POP TART 

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