Status: We're waiting for the post man.

Paper Aeroplanes

Letter Two, Gerard

To Franklin,

Yes, that is how you spell my name, do you want me to call you Frank or Franklin? Or how about Frankie? That sounds cool.
Anyway, the flight was awful! I was sat next to my younger brother, Mikey, and he threw up 3 times which was really gross. Then the only film they had was Confessions Of A Shopaholic and I swear I almost died! We finally got off the plane but lost our luggage, and spent an hour looking for it. But you don't wanna read this do you?

Well, I used to play guitar, but I sucked so bad that I got kicked out my band for not being able to play Sweet Home, Alabama. That hurt. So, uh, you in a band? I love Black Flag! They're so awesome! Do you like Iron Maiden?
Ah I'm too chicken to get tattoos or piercings, needles scare the shit outta me. I draw I guess, I like cartoons and wanna be a cartoonist when I'm older.
This is so random and weird I understand if you don't wanna write to me anymore.
So yeah,
From Gerard. (Gerard Way, or Gerard Gay as some jocks call me)