I found this letter in a pile of paperwork I had in a box and felt the need to publish it so the world could see. This fellow was my closest friend for eighteen years before returning from the army and making my life hell until I couldn't stand him any longer. Even in this letter he refers to me as "Rick" refusing to get my name right.
He evidently told his mother that we were no longer friends, because I wouldn't let him call me Rick. That's a good enough reason for me.
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