Scrawl me sometime
No no no, you misunderstand me. Having always had a reputation for possessing the most impeccably neat handwriting, it’s surprisingly encouraging to know that when I write on a screen using a mouse or in the condensation of a wintry window using my right index finger, I have the unleashed and maniacal scrawl of a serial killer. Maybe I will humour you and tell you that I know where you live.