Mickybo's brev: undskyldning og erindringer

My life isn’t going as I thought. In sitting in the bar every day and trying to get the thoughts away from before. But they never disappear. It isn’t as fun as I thought it would be sitting in the bar like my dad. I’m mostly sitting alone and have nothing to do. I have realized that it was a stupid mistake to stab you and leave you alone, because I don’t have any friends anymore. I should have known better. It wasn’t you fault that my dad got shot, you didn’t mean to harm him in any way. I wish it could be like the same old days where we were going on an adventure to Australia, like you are in right now. I’ve realized that it wasn’t me that was leading our gang. It was you, not me. I still remember the moments we had together, where we went out to steal bananas and cigarettes. It was pure class. I was a stook. It was really a good craic. We really took the piss out of the man that thought he had caught us, but instead we just ran away. I also see that have had a glad eye for the little girl you’ve gotten. And after that that moment I stabbed you I knew I wasn’t the type layn’ boots and am really sorry about that. I hope one day that we can meet in Australia and have a real Craig and maybe go out on the lash. I know 30 years has passed, but I still remember the journey we had, where we crossed the border. I never thought we would run that far away from home, as we did that time. It felt weird, but incredible at the same time. Short told, I’m sorry about what happened earlier, and I wants to say Sorry. Sorry for all that had happened before, and I would love to visit you and have a swinger in the club with a beer or two. I look forward to it.