So the other day I woke up from a 143 day coma. Basically things are the same. Abe’s gone. Just gone. After all I did for him, he wouldn’t even stick by me when I was at my worst. I took care of him when he was oozing green stuff, that ungrateful bastard! Bread is more expensive. By up to 37 cents in some places. This is probably due to rising production costs and a general downward slope in the economy shifting the equilibrium price and quantity to the upward left. Gas is also more expensive. Or was. At least thats what everyone is a-tellin meh. Apparently there was a little bit of speculation involved in the oil market, forcing the price of a barrel of oil to higher prices for no real reason at all, some say that the oil market contained a bubble, that is to say that the price rose even though the fundamental factors don’t support it… that is to say that prices are high because people believe they will be high tomorrow. Or not. I reckon that I had a pretty good nap while all you other people were trying to figure out if the world was ending or not. I hope Abe comes back is all. I wrote this letter and left it on his bed.

Waking up in a house without you is terrible, its hot and I stumble to the couch and strain to fix my blurry vision. And i wonder when you are coming back. Thats probably what I wonder about the most… when will i hear your scratching keys on the worn knob to our rusty hinged door. Oh how i hope its soon… I thought I heard you the other night, taking creeking and tiny steps outside my bedroom. But you never woke me. You probably sat with your shell against the door, thinking about all the terrible things Ive done to you. And you probably walked away. I should have followed you. Im sorry. But you are gone and I am here waiting, and you are everywhere, on the faces of passersby that get hard stares of hope from me. You probably look different now, you are probably unrecognizable and I bet you walk past me everyday to see how desperate I’ve become. And green marks on the floor still remind me of moons.