Letter of the almost dead man.

The letter from a dying man. A work of fiction.

The Winter of my life seems to have arrived too soon. I still had a few things to do. Maybe poisoned, for the second time already. I don't know if I will survive this. If I don't I had a somewhat interesting life, with some regrets.
But also a lot of good times and fun. The world seems to be becoming a difficult place to just survive, even. And I probably made too many enemies. Powerful enemies. I say goodbye to all my friends, and hope they live long and fulfilling lives. I don't know if there is much hope left for me, but I will stay as long as I can.
Until the very end. The end, my friend.
I had a dream where I was melting coins to make crosses...
Dreams, hell of a thing.