I was passing by my son's bedroom and I saw a white envelope
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.'
'Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing this to
you. I have eloped with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a
scene with Mum and you.
I' ve found true love with Tracy , but I knew you would not approve,
because of her piercings, tattoos and her tight motorcycle clothes. She is
also twelve years older than me.
But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Tracy said that we
will be very happy. She owns a hut in the woods, and has enough firewood
for the whole winter. We share the dream of having many more children.
Tracy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other
people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so
Tracy can get better.
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 now and know how to take care of myself. One day ,
I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, from your son,
Kenneth.
BR
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true.
I'm over at Jason's house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the
school report that's on the kitchen table.
Let me know when it's safe to come home.
Home 
