The following blog is meant to encourage you to watch the Showtime™ original series Califorication™.
The following excerpt is from the Emmy™ and Golden Globe™ award winning Showtime™ original series Califorication™. The show is male oriented and grossly unapologetic of its childish humor, but smacks of realism and originality; something to cherish in the heyday of "The Jersey Shore.” The following letter was written by the protagonist (or antagonist if you prefer) to his unofficial girlfriend after finding out the she was pregnant.
Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this…this is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it. I met someone. It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. The next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She completely nuts in a way that makes me smile. Highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance acquired. She is you Karen, that’s the good news.
The bad news is that I don't know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full or twist and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could of changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee that has to count for something. Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody
Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this…this is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it. I met someone. It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. The next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She completely nuts in a way that makes me smile. Highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance acquired. She is you Karen, that’s the good news.
The bad news is that I don't know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full or twist and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could of changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee that has to count for something. Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody
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