God I felt like a fool. I shouldn't have given you the music. You already had music. You are marrying a well-established musician. She's a country musician, blonde. Damn what the hell was I thinking giving you Elliot Smith, Bright Eyes and Sufjan Stevens. Oh I know what I was hoping to be your muse.
Believe me I was real saddened when I saw the woman you are going to marry. Unfortunately I found the photo. I felt like an ugly duckling. Of course you are a glamourous football player. What on earth would you be doing with a young artist who's working class.
Throughout Thanksgiving I was tempted to throw my photos and the football jersey over the Congress bridge into the Colorado River. I felt so useless.