Dear Miffy Read Free

it’s like something out of TV only it’s real.
    Weird, Miff; really weird.
    Well, anyway, that’s what happened.
    Hey, that party of Nick’s, it was pretty funny when you think about it, although it didn’t seem that way at the time.
    Geez, we went for it, didn’t we? I’ve never had such a full-on fight with a girl before. You were pretty crazy doing that with me, considering my reputation. You had guts, Miff, got to give you credit. I don’t know how pissed you were, but. I know I was pissed out of my brain. I still beat you pretty easy though, hey? Sorry about the scar. But I’ve still got the scar on the back of my neck. I thought it would have gone by now, but hey, maybe it’s a permanent one, reminder of you.
    Shit, look how much I’ve written. I must be crazy. Stuff this for a joke, I’m going to bed.
    See ya around,
    Tony
    Dear Miff,
    I don’t know how I got so fucking violent, Miff. Do you know? You probably do, you’re so fucking smart. But you were pretty violent yourself. At first, anyway. I just can’t seem to help myself, Miff. I wish you were here so I could talk to you about stuff. These letters, they’re crazy, hey, but I’m still writing them.
    Every time we met, for about two or three months, there was hatred in the air. No love in the air for us, hey. Remember when I pulled that chair out from under you and you nearly broke your back? I did get scared that time. See I was on probation from the court and probation from the school and on a contract with my uncle and aunt and I thought I’d blown the whole lot in one hit. I was more scared about that than about making you a paraplegic for life, if you want to know the truth. That’s the kind of selfish bastard I was. And maybe still am. I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’ve changed and I’m better; sometimes I think I’m worse.
    But even that day, standing there watching you on the floor with everyone thinking you’d wrecked your back and me thinking I was going to be put in care for the next five years, I still didn’t give a flicker. Not a flicker. Tough guy, big man, that’s me.
    Come to think of it, you were pretty tough yourself—I was kind of shocked that you didn’t cry. Impressed, but I hated you for it as well. I think I wanted to make you cry or something. It’s not like I had this conscious thought that I wanted to do it, but when I looked at you I just seemed to want to make you cry. I can’t explain it any better than that.
    Geez, I said some terrible things to you for a few months there. In Maths that day when you said something and I said, ‘Hey, if I’d wanted to hear from an arsehole I would have farted.’
    Pretty good line, hey? Not original though. Wish it was. Wish I had thought of it myself.
    I never could figure you out, Miff, not for a long time. Maybe never at all when I think about it. It was just with you being so rich and all. No, more than that. Other kids at school were rich. But they were rich without much class. You were rich and you had class. Like, the way you said stuff. You never said ‘youse’ or ‘shut up’ or ‘g’day’ or stuff like that. I couldn’t work out what you were doing in our school. You didn’t seem to belong. The clothes you had, even your jewellery, it was just different to what I was used to. We’re all moccas and tats and shit, you know what I mean, but I had the feeling you wouldn’t have any fluffy dice in your car. Then Georgie told me how you’d been chucked out from some big richo private school. I got pretty interested then. But no-one could tell me why you got chucked out. I was trying everything to find the reason. Then Dino said, ‘How come you keep asking about her—do you like her or something?’ and I said, ‘No way, mate,’ so I didn’t ask any more then, cos you know what they’re