Charlie Morgan's Last Note
June 3rd, 2023 (written some time in April/May)

"Good morning. I am Charlie Morgan. I am 25 years old. I hope I haven't gotten any blood on this note. I want you all to read every single word.

Let's start off with this - I am an angry young man. I am an angry young man with a gun.

This is concerning, as I don't really know what to do with this anger or this gun. I only know how to shoot, and I only know I want the anger to end.

I assume you all want to know why I am angry. I also assume you all know my father. A prick, a cheat, and most importantly, one of the richest men in the Upper East Side.

Mr. Morgan has recently expressed his undying support, both vocally and financially (like that bastard needs the money), for Ronald Reagan's re-election campaign.

As far as I'm concerned, Ronald Reagan is the most pathetic, worthless son of a bitch alive.

Let me tell a story that will help you all understand my frustrations. I have an uncle. I had an uncle. His name is, was Richard. He came out to the family when I was 19, and he was swiftly outcasted, not given a single second glance. Uncle Rich was the greatest man I ever met, but sadly, the AIDS epidemic took him from us five months ago. No one in the family acknowledged it, and I was the only Morgan at his funeral.

I'm enraged by my father's blind eye to how the other half lives. The half that's dying. The half that my uncle lived in. The half Uncle Richie loved, I love.

Maybe with my death my father will understand something. He will understand the weight. Maybe he will learn something, but who am I kidding? He has already shaken the Devil's hand. His fate is sealed.

With my suicide, my fate is sealed as well. If I really am to Hell when this bullet passes through my brain, I hope I see my father when he finally croaks. I know I won't see Uncle Richie. He's in heaven where he belongs, but if he is down there with me, as Reagan and my father would like to happen, I know we'll kick my dad's pathetic ass. Maybe Reagan's too if somebody has the guts to kill him sooner rather than later.

Well, I've nothing else to give. I can't see myself living any longer. This is goodbye.

With love and admiration, Charlie."

-- > i want to go back home < --