Dear Mum

It's a little cold where I'm sitting right now because it's Melbourne and well, you know. Kim's been doing really well with her schooling and she even has a gig in November with the cup being on and all.
I have trouble remembering when you died so I have to ask sometimes which upsets other people, which I don't mind watching for some sick reason (but I'm learning). Daniel is doing really well. He has these two awesome kids and Mazza is a tough Mum and a resilient woman. I can't wait 'till they're grounded for the first time. Should be hilarious.
As I said before, it's kinda hard for me to remember when you died, but I do know it's near me and Kim's anniversary; and that's kind of a downer, but I don't let it get me down too much.
Kim did real well in school. I think she enjoyed seeing other people for a while. It was only two weeks, but I think it gave her a break from looking after my shit and that helped her a lot. I think she needs some friends who haven't met me before (let alone yet), because I think it takes the pressure off her for a little bit (which may seem like an eternity to her), and keeps me grounded about her needs.
I've been playing lots of songs still. I have a strange lull around this time of year. I want to write you a song but become sad when I try to. I don't think I have what it takes yet to portray the right sentiment yet. Will try harder, as I'm sure you would want from me.
Noonie's dead too. Didn't go to the funeral shit because no-one invited me. Sounds a little dramatic, but it isn't really. Please try not to be angry about it. I think that the family doesn't really know how to deal with me (shit, does anyone!?).
I hope you're floating around out there having fun and discovering heaps of shit that we here on fuck-circle have no fuckin' idea about. I'm sure you are, and for that I'm thankful.
That's kinda a line from this new TV show I'm watching that makes me laugh. It's full of funny internet crap that's really funny and hosted by a comedian guy I never heard of before, but that doesn't detract from the comedy at all. His name is Daniel so you know he's OK.
I've been dreaming of the beach house a lot lately. It got sold and divided pretty much among everyone but me. I feel bitter about it but not so upset. I think there's as many good memories in there as bad so it's like having a new beginning forced upon us all. I challenge any of us to disagree with this theory, but won't push the point.
Wei is talking to Daniel, but not really to me. Silly, because Dan is so boring. I think it's because he has kids. I suppose I am an acquired taste, and she can probably see the signs of an angry man.
Gran has pretty much lost her mind. I am not forbidden to know where she is belong kept, so I haven't seen her yet. The house is sold and I have not touched that old black again. I have your piano and play sometimes when I think of you. Yes, George is fine. I have not been able to go back to Madang Avenue as I live far away and wouldn't want to seem creepy.
Since you can't really read this (or maybe you can), I just wanna say I miss you a lot and I remember all the shit you went through to give me a decent life. Noel and Robert were fuckheads. Robert is still a real fuckhead. The Donnelly freak showed up at your funeral and will be punished in time. I promise. Her body is her cell and I enjoy watching her slowly deteriorate before my unseen eyes.
I'd better go have a drink and a ciggie now.

Happy anniversary Mum.
Your ever loving son,
Samuel.