Am I entirely sure Jon Bon Jovi isn’t reading this? No, not ENTIRELY sure. Which is why I’ve created this letter:
Dear Jon Bon Jovi,
I once had an idea of making a movie called Ron Bon Jovi: The Brother Left Behind. Ron looks like you circa 1983, only chubby. And wears outfits comprised primarily of denim with a splash of leather.
But I digress, Jon, and want to know this:
You want to send $800 dollars my parents way so we can have the gas turned back on? So I don’t have to take cold showers for the rest of my time here? So I can make scrambled eggs for my 1 year old nephew? Want to pay off my parents’ house as they are currently in danger of losing it? This is pennies to you, Jon, and it would save my family if you could swing it.
Thanks, JBJ.
Love,
Caragh
(PS, I’m actually fucking crying really hard right and and am incredibly angry at my parents and their complete lack of monetary responsbility! but I also fully realize that everything works out and if we’re forced to move out tomorrow, I will find a way to make it work! but it’s really frustrating and scary to see your entire home life crumble when you’re an adult! yay!)
