That’s it for now.
You know, I think this is going to work great. The best part is, if you don’t want to read my mindless fodder, you can just refuse it or toss it out.
And no, not yet. Have patience, or hassle Tore or Vincenzo. My focus has been a little preoccupied. My presumed debt is so far down my priority list, it’s at the bottom of a canyon, but don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you. A little prison time won’t kill you, and they always say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Until next time.
Ms. Burch,
While you have correctly guessed that my entertainments are rather limited these days, I assure you I will find the will to avoid reading your endless fodder.
If you have nothing of interest to write, it is neither appropriate nor appreciated that you continue to send me letters. I did not adopt you. I am almost double your age. This needs to end.
Do not write to me again.
Sincerely,
Renzo Iannelli
Dear Diary,
Aw, did I hurt your feelings?
You don’t have to read my letters or write back. That’s on you. But I need someone to vent to, and this is the most practical arrangement for me. So yes, you’ll keep receiving them. You’ve called me pest enough. I might as well live up to that. You already know I’m stubborn to a fault.
School still sucks. Apparently, my clothes are so “last season.” It’s freaking clothes. Who gives a shit? They cover me up, keep me warm, and look nice. This whole in and out of season thing is so wasteful.
Oh, and someone thought it’d be hilarious to put a booby trap in my locker. I didn’t laugh, but somebody probably did. I mean, it was absolutely fantastic getting covered in purple paint at eight thirty in the morning on a Tuesday. Even better, myhomework was illegible, and my textbooks were ruined. And guess who got the blame for that one? Little ol’ me. Sucker!
Well, at least until Tore and Vinny showed up. Love those guys. Tore seduced the pants off the assistant principal, and Vinny scared the shit out of the turds who have been bugging me. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what kind of ridiculousness the assholes at this school will throw at me next time.
JAILBIRD GODMOTHER
You’re the reason Tore finally saw reason and pulled me out of that god-awful school. Tell me I’m wrong. That way I don’t have to thank you…again.
Who knew I’d miss regular people so much? Rich people are such pricks. All about who’s who and what they can get you. Everything they say and do is an act, and every word is a manipulation toward getting what they want. Lie upon omission upon lie. Whatever happened to people being straightforward with each other? To honest friendships and relationships? Sure, money gets them what they want, but what happens when it’s gone?
They’re empty without it. They have nothing outside of it, but I don’t think they realize that. I mean, look at you. What are you in prison without your money? I dare you to answer that.
Other than that, you’ll be happy to know Boyan, Lou, and I haven’t driven Tore too crazy yet. I’m sure that’ll come with time. We’ve left your home mostly intact, though Boyan might have smashed what Vinny said was a priceless vase the other day. Hope you don’t mind.
The next time you see Tore, though, please order him to take it easy. His doctor said that too much movement before his shoulder has fully healed might cause further damage and lossof motion. Considering how often he visits you and the way he defends you to the old asshats who come visit sometimes, he might actually listen to you.
Piccola Peste,
When you grow up, you will realize that what people want most is power, not money. And I can maintain mine easily wherever I am. You will find I care very little for the durability of said vase. However, the damage will be added to your debt. I am keeping a very thorough tally.
I will relay your message with vigor.
Enjoy your new school.
Sincerely,
Renzo Iannelli
Chapter 22
Ainsley – sixteen / Renzo – twenty-nine
