Tish,

Every moment away from you is torture, and not the good kind.

What can I say about the business that you don't already know? Nothing but a vile mob of backstabbing, poisonous cannibals. Again, not the good kind.

Each night I leave this drab sterile hotel and walk the city streets. Here I can find inspiration. The gas works, the sewage plants, and the land fills. All the greatest achievements of science and industry laid out at my feet.

Don't tell the children, but I found the cutest flamethrower. I hope to give them quite the surprise when I return.

I long for you madly,

Gomez