Thirty years without you

Dear John,

I know how much you loved New York, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry to tell you that the world we live in is one where you’re hurt by the ones you love – and look at how America broke you.

Well, I’m pretty sure that you have the answers, you know where the ducks go when it gets cold in winter. I wish you could take us there with you, because a world where you exist would be a great place to be in.