Dear Ezra,

Sorry I had to leave you a bit of a mess this morning. The customers wouldn’t stop talking to me and then one of them killed a guy. The counter’s clean for the most part, but I did have to wipe everything down after someone with measles came in. Anyway, I’ve got a headache, so I’m going home early. Let Marano know that I quit. Maybe I’ll have better luck as a bartender somewhere.

Good luck in the morning when you read this,

- Arin