I have a friend named Jubilee who likes to paint scenic scenes of April, May and June. He paints photos of seagulls at the ocean and he writes books about garments and the great success of many conquerors of the yesteryear. Jubilee who likes to be called Jubiles is a smart fellow for he has listened to all of the classic music ever composed. He fills his mind with melodies of the greatest composers and he writes the best works that anyone possibly could if they were not from the Spanish Inquisition Memories from History Class. Sadly, Jubilee never thought of the Spanish Inquisition other than to know that it really did happen somewhere far off from where he was birthed in life. Jubiles works hard for a living and remembers his friends in his mind. He never refuses to send a Christmas card and he hardly lets anyone push him around in the Rose Garden either. But that is all good and fine. He was a good friend of mine and I do like that he leads his life with the Russian Gulags far behind him in his head. I did not hate that he wrote a book about my own infancy as I never knew what I was really like as an infant. That is ok by me. But I do hope that Jubiles reads my memoirs as I have credited him with a big snow ball fight that we all knew was possibly coming but Jubiles got to throw the first snowball. It hit my friend square in the face and sadly, I am not sure what happened to the one that was hit by that snowball today.
So Jubiles, find the day your friend. I hope that your day is a nice avenue of happiness in the house and at the office. You make me smile in memory but I do profess that I no longer enjoy the snowball fight quite as much as you have made the biggest hit in my days on another that I once trained with.
Best Wishes.
Yours Truly,
A friend with no name.
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