Dear Kurt,

You are a horribly lousy homeless man.

I've counted about five rock star temper tantrums as we tried to curl up for one whole hour for the night in our tiny storage unit.

We've realized together that this is turning out to be more of a lesson for you than it is for me.

Unfortunately, I still love you madly so get over it.

Peace. Love.


P.s. Don't be mad at my brother because he's aloud to go to sleep without me.