An Open Letter to Tipper Gore

Dear Tipper,

This is my reoccurring dream. I live in New York, but I’m moving somewhere far away. My truck is all packed up. There is a heavy burden in my heart. The pouring rain makes the day even more melancholy. I take one last look at my empty brownstone. So many memories have been packed away. It’s time for me to move on. I grab that last floor lamp, and make my way out to the U-haul.

I place the lamp in the back of the truck and slide the cargo door shut. I stop. I turn around. It’s you. Soaked from head to toe. You just stare at me. Then, slowly, the corners of your mouth bend upwards into a grin. You nod your head yes, laugh and run towards me. We embrace passionately, kissing between laughter and tears of relief. You’ve decided to come with me.

I’ve had that dream since I was 6 years old, and now, well now it can finally come true.


Nathan likey.