Dear James Franco,
So, your girl is sick. :(
Being sick, I decided at 8:45 pm that I needed Sprite and froyo. You know, normal sick stuff. When I went to get on the blue line, I was accosted by a singular Mormon youth -- which seemed more and more troubling to me the farther I wandered on the platform (where was the elder's companion? Had he been pushed in front of a train??).
Then I got on a train, where I watched a little blonde girl con strangers out of their money without having to give them any of the candy she was "selling for school." She was slick, and frankly neither cute nor young enough to get away with it -- more power to her. Maybe she has some of your unquantifiable charisma??
Anyhow, I got my junk food without further incident -- but just as I went to get back on the subway, I began to feel a sneeze attack coming on. There was a gent of considerable girth and age also going down into the subway, perhaps half a flight of stairs ahead of me, and as I paused at the top of the steps and began sneezing, he yelled behind him without looking, "BLESS YOU!", then proceeded to leap down the last three stairs of the flight, yelling "EEYAAUGH!" in a tone which can only be explained as one of proud triumph. He began normally walking down the next flight of stairs, then REPEATED THIS LEAPING/YELLING COMBO.
He instantly became one of the best humans ever.
Almost as awesome as you. Do you ever leap down stairs? Betcha do.
You're coming to my city in a few weeks! Let's get dranks. Yay!
Your friend,
Mandy

