Bill Arrowood
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a collection of old letters & journals of a once promising novelist, presented to purge an adolescence that lasted perhaps too long, enjoy these bits.. and if you never got one of these letters, but you could've, feel free to answer back.
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Letters Never Sent- Vol 13
To the woman who pooped on my car seat February 2007 I don’t want to use your name, because, well, if you know who you are and you are reading this, then it will make sense, if not, it’s best we keep names out of this. But after all we met here on Craigslist, so I am hoping that you find this.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 11
October 2003 Dear Rebecca, It's been a while since I’ve seen you and I’m not sure where to begin. Heck, I’m not even sure if I have the right address for you anymore. But I figured if it didn’t try to get this off my chest that I would go into a spiral of depression that would make the black hole of Calcutta look like a kiddie pool.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent - Vol 10
March 3, 2002 Dear Rita, Let me start with the good part. I wanted to say thank you for inviting me as your plus one to the wrap party for the movie you worked on. The closest I had ever been to being near movie stars was when I was as an assistant projectionist at the movie theatre I worked at in college and that time I went to the comic-con and paid $20 to stand next to Lou Ferrigno, (who you might be interested in knowing, in real life is neither as big nor as green as he looks like on TV). But I digress.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent - Vol 8
June 1999 Dear Lisa, I’m not sure if you remember me. We went to Drama Camp together the summer between 9th & 10th grade. After camp we wrote for a little while, but then I guess its been almost 10 years since I heard from you now. I thought about it for a while back then, like I thought I had done something to offend you, but aside from asking for a picture of your boobs when I was a horny 15 year old, I couldn’t think of anything that offensive. I gotta tell you, it took me all year to get over you. I mean sophomore year, I should have been loving life, but there I was reading Billy Shakespeare in the library, pining away for summer love. Looking back it seems lame, but at the time, I was so smitten, I didn’t even care that the other kids called me Shakes the Clown or Drama Queen. I just thought that if i learned all those fancy lines, I could come up with something smart to say, but all i got was an eye infection from the dust in the library.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent - Vol 7
May 12, 1998 Dear Felicity986, I know we only just met and our first date was only over an hour ago, but I have so much more I wanted to tell you. When you agreed to meet me, I was very surprised. It was my first time on a dating website and I wasn’t sure if those things really worked or not.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 5
February 8, 1993 Dear Veronica, Please stop calling me and just breathing on the phone. I would have simply called you to tell you this, but then I would have been stuck on the phone with you for well over an hour while you just sat on the other end, not talking and refusing to hang up. I am scared that if I hang up you will go all fatal attraction on me, I knew we should not have seen that movie at the campus cinema, (even if it was only 50¢). It's a cautionary tale that I did not heed.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 4
February 29, 1992 Dear Kelly, I hope you don’t mind getting letters in Campus Mail from guys you don’t know very well. I am sure, because of how pretty you are you get lots of guys trying to ask you out and stuff. But I am a little shy about talking to girls in person, so I thought I would give this a try. I didn't used to be, I used to talk to girls all the time, not like a smooth operator, or anything, just like a regular operator, I guess, but last year I had an accident with an occilating fan, (it's a long story), and every since then, well like i said its a long story.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 3
September 20, 1989 Dear Lisa, Being back in school stinks, I don’t mind tho, since I have summer memories to get me thru my long boring days of geometry. When I want to think about you, I pull out my script from summer camp and re-read our scenes together. I have learned to only do this when I am alone, since doing the voices out loud for both parts makes people stare. And I have been reading even more plays whenever I can even tho I have a hard time understanding all the words that Shakespeare uses, it's not like when I was with you and they just sort of made sense. I sure am glad that we didn't have to stage it like they did back in Victorian times, or i would've been stuck kissing Ronny Felderbaum instead of you. (though i heard he is a pretty good kisser, that's what i heard anyway).. but i digress..
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 2
Sept 28, 1988 Dear Jenny, Its been five days since I last saw you. Well actually its been like a five days since I saw you first, I mean, well, since I saw you for the first time. I’m sure someday I will look back at that moment and remember it fondly, but right now I am pretty embarrassed.
By Bill Arrowood2 years ago in Confessions
