Well, it's been a few years. I guess time passes.

 My wife divorced me six or maybe it was five months ago.

However, on the brighter side, I just had a great beer. It was from a brewery in SLC, UT. I think it's called Epic. I don't have the bottle in front of me, but it was a Sour Apple Saison.

I keep hearing on npr that one of the single most traumatic things that happens in any presidential candidate's life is to lose the election, that "they never get over it." I thought about calling Romney. I wrote this poem instead. And if you can think of a way to make this poem better, I'm happy to listen:

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Now 11/29/13 it's been a another year. It's easier to see now why the early version of this poem sucked more than this verision. I suppose in a year, this will suck, too.

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Now it's 7/2/2014

Dear President Romney,

(Redacted)
Turned it into prose and made it part of a piece that's about to appear in a lit mag.

Whee.