We had to take a physical fitness test in school today. It sucked! I had to run laps until I felt like my kidney was going to explode, and then I couldn't do any pull-ups and Coach Peterson called me a loser. I'll bet he's just mad that he didn't make the racketball team when he was in school, the jerk.

Since my last letter, I've gotten obsessed with stealing BRICKO sculptures. Even though I got a few cuts on my eye while I was learning, now I'm doing wicked with it.

After school, I usually hang out with my friends, unless they ask me if I want to do drugs. Then I say, "I like you, but I don't like drugs. Let's multiply fractions instead!" That usually cures my problem of having any friends.