SUCH GOOD STUFF

Dear Spike:

I’m watching Star Wars — the first episode, where Luke Skywalker whines “Uncle Owen! This R-2 unit has a bad motivator!” like someone just stole his lunch money. How the hell did this become the biggest movie franchise of all time with such crappy acting?

You’re in my arms. Breathing hard and fast, so deep asleep that I doubt you’ll so much as stir when John William’s stentorian score erupts as the credits roll at the end of the film.

I’m sleepy. But I’m enjoying this moment so much that I don’t want to sleep. I’m even thinking about brewing a pot of coffee so I can just sit here, rocking you as you dream.

Such good stuff. Ah, such good stuff.

Love,
dad