Devin Dearing Preston: NYC writer, playwright, and storyteller

Dear Former Best Friend,

August 19, 2011

Please don’t hate me. And if you do, still, please don’t hate me more for including this in my blog. I…

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Dear Dev,

August 18, 2011

Enough. Ah’m serious. You need to cut this shit out! Git on with yer life. Don’t make me come down there! Ah’ve been…

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Oh Flynt,

August 17, 2011

I’m super single these days. Meaning, I’m single and it’s super. Super. This is surprising to most people who don’t know me….

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Dearest Flynt,

August 16, 2011

I miss your laugh. I was thinking about it a lot toady. You loved to laugh almost as much as…

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August 14, 2011

I had a nice  long chat with Mom today. We don’t talk as much as we should. Whatever that means….

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August 13, 2011

I was never allowed to call you that. You thought it made me sound juvenile. I’m a full grown adult now,…

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Hey Dad,

August 10, 2011

I found these on the internet. I googled your name and stumbled upon the pictorial evidence of your glory days as a…

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Dear Dad,

August 8, 2011

 I got drunk last night. Not blind drunk. I’m no longer capable of that condition. For many years, lets say…

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Dearest Yoga Teacher,

August 5, 2011

Forgive me for my release in your class last night. As you were speaking about all the emotion stored in…

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My Darlin’ Devin,

August 5, 2011

Whad’ re you doin’? You sure are makin’ quit a fuss over yer dear ol’ dad. It’s been so long,…

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