Dear (_____)

I understand how you can view the end credits of Nicholas Offerman's American Ham as a straw man American white out dream.  I see myself inside it too, colorless.  I saw it as freedom to be masculine and delicate and colorful and meat eater and every now and then you have to pee where you are going to.

I saw it a bit differently.  How many ways can a flapjack be turned before it burns?  It was a good conversation for it's brevity.   I wish we could have talked longer to suss more tiny waves out of a fabric that was thicker than I thought it would be.  I wanted you to enjoy it for its face value.  The question in my lap is now why you took it to other dimensions.

Regardless, your opinion will not diminish my love for Nick or the end credits of American Ham.  I will not stop being curious in the meantime.

Sincerely,

a Comedian