Dear Carbondale,

I love you so much now. I'm sry i ever doubted you. There is something about the too loud music at dirty pks and the dirty dirtiness of trashy stix that is the essence of familiarity that i call home. This is where my friends are and i love them more than i love you. sry. it''s true. So thx for helping us make memories and making us feel smart when all the silly college kids get dumb. Just keep our backs because those silly cops think everything is illigal. Don't worry, i will never leave you again.... unless my not so secret lover makes me :) ps. who ever that douche was that stole my air guitar.... I WANT IT BACK! thx.
love always,
Bee MO.... that's right, with a B