Oh, Jack… I wish I knew how to quit you…
Dearest Jack,
I’ll be the first to admit that I was wrong. When we went our seperate ways, I thought I was better off. I thought I had moved on to bigger better things. I went to Philadelphia(1) where I met a fivesome crazy party animals. I went to Baltimore(2) and kicked it with the gangstas. I even went to a tropical island(3) and hung out with people who had bad enough mental issues to make you seem normal.
Life without you was good. No more sleepless days. No more of your constantly torturing random people. No more of your drug addiction. No more of your “violence first” attitude. No more drama. No more…
But I ran into you last night… It was awkward at first, but you quickly fell into your old habits and I quickly found myself falling in love with you all over again. Your flawless aim despite using notoriously inaccurate weaponry. Your neck-breaking leg action. Your ruthless disregard for human life. Your Christ-like sacrifice for the innocent African children. I could forgive the potbelly you somehow gained during the off-season. I could forgive your slower reaction time and reflexes. I could even forgive your lack of brute force — age will do that to even the most hardened patriots.
Oh, Jack Bauer. You complete me. I am counting down the days until I see you again… Our last two days/seasons together were painful and I had thought you lost your magic, but you’ve proven me wrong, Special Agent Bauer. Please don’t let me down.
Forever yours,
Mathew
I don’t get the hype over 24..