So go ahead. Write that letter. Even if you never mail it, the act of addressing Bill, Ted, and the mysterious Pjk reconnects you to a version of yourself that believed cousins were the best friends you never had to introduce yourself to.
Do you both still have the matching scars from the bike incident of ‘07? I tell that story to my coworkers, and they never believe it.
As we used to say before any bad idea — Pjk forever.
It’s been too long. I was cleaning out the garage yesterday and found that old VHS tape we recorded over—you remember, the one with our terrible attempt at a spy movie. I laughed so hard I had to sit down.