letter to a friend

I meant to write this sooner, but I have been overextending myself lately.
I studied Philosophy some 10 years back at College of the Holy Cross, in Worcester, MA; though not on paper, as my uncle was then chair of the department. Sort of a real life precursor version of Good Will Hunting, as I was a 14 year old junior when I dropped out of high school earlier.
I was raised painfully Roman Catholic, and much of that brainwashing took years to absolve, though I still keep a propensity for the guilt trip as a living symbiote.
Ayn Rand has had the most impact on me. I was introduced to her writings by the acts of two persons. My father was obsessed with her philosophies, and I began the search initially just to better understand him. And my idol- Steve Ditko, who exemplifies her work in everything he does. Ditko's take has profoundly molded me. I would kill to oneday meet the man.
Objectivism to me today makes all the sense in the world, though I reached this apex via Robert Anton Wilson's hallucinogenic psychedelia, HP Lovecraft's fantasy, Alan Moore's politics, William Shakespeare's romance, Henry Miller's sex, and the blue-collar filter of Charles Bukowski and Tom Waits. Daydreamers, imperialists, and misogynists. My beliefs have been cause enough to write off what remains of my respective family trees and roots.
I keep an open mind wherever relevant, and so I abhor all political parties. I think organized religion does more harm than good, and I value traditional virtues, morals, and ethics regardless.
I share this as a gesture of friendship. We never stop learning until we are dead.

If I can ever be of service...