I'm A Space-Bound Rocket-Ship And Your Hearts The Moon...

Dear Eminem,

Thank you for your transparency. Thank you for having the guts to wear your heart not just on your sleeve but cloaking and surrounding yourself in it. You show a vulnerability in your hard and profane "kill-a-bitch-by-driving-off-a-cliff-with-her-strapped-up-ass-in-the-trunk" ways. You spoke your life into your lyrics. Your messy, complicated and dirty life, delivered with a meticulously twisted mastery of the spoken word. Your mind combined with your gift melded with your experience has been honest and raw since the very beginning, and this latest masterpiece is no exception.

My husband has been through his own share of self-imposed and randomly delivered misery in his life. The chronicles you tell delve deeply into the complexities of human behavior and emotion. Many of those stages have paralleled with his personal journey to free himself from his own demons. Album after album, he has identified with your rise, height, fall, rebuild and rebirth. The cycles in his life mirror your passion-fueled nightmares so eloquently laid out on tracks ready for purchase on the nearest computer or at the closest corner store.

So I want to say thank you. Thank you for having the guts to claim your life the way you have. Thank you for your honest and horrifyingly-frank recounts of your emotions and experiences. Thank you for the bravery it took to lay it all out there and to do it your way so your words can reach those in despair and pain that you will never even meet.

Sincerely,
Leah