Dear Sir:

	I haven't been able to find a job.

	I haven't been able to get social assistance.

	I haven't eaten well in nearly a month.

	I'm going to be evicted from my appartment on Monday unless I come
up with three hundred and nine dollars in unpaid rent, and I don't have
anywhere to go.

	My parents have said I can move in with them, but there's no way in
hell they're going to be able to get out from B.C. to Edmonton in time.  And
I'm nearly twenty-three years old.

	My computer has died, taking with it the almost completed final 
chapter of "Best of All The Years II", my last true obligation.

	And then this.

	Thank you, DDFA.  You've made the worst day of my life complete.

	I hope your death is as painful and humiliating as mine.

Yours sincerely,
Chris Davies.
The doomed.