Proust Scholar's Revelation
You should have caught me when I fell...
Dear Josh,
Hi. It's Frank. I know, I bet you're surprised to hear from me. Last time I saw you, I embarassed myself horribly in that gas station. I cared so much about what you and Larry thought of me. I still do, I guess. I've been on this trip with my family: my niece is in the Little Miss Sunshine pageant. Along the way, I've seen all these people face their own personal turmoils. From dreams of flying being crushed, to a failed business attempt, to...well, death. Somehow, though, somehow these people have survived it all. I couldn't understand how. You see, after you left me for Larry, and I lost my job, and he was given that genius grant, I attempted suicide. I'll give you a moment for that to soak in. I couldn't survive it, not like these people. And do you know what the difference is? What that one, crucial difference is? They have each other. Including me. As screwed up as we all are, we have this uncanny ability to make each other strong. Because we're family. This is the point where you're thinking, "Why is he writing this?" Well, I've realized in this damn yellow bus, that you should have been able to help me survive. You were my family, and you were even normal, and you still made me want to kill myself. "This is unfair!" you're thinking. Don't get me started on unfair. You dropped me when I depended on you. Thank God, or whoever, that this family caught me, and that I played a part in catching them. I guess I wrote you this just so you'd know. Where you, my golden Apollo, failed horribly, a rag tag group of freaks succeeded. I hope you ponder this next time you're sucking Larry Sugarman's dick
-Frank