Charlie Villanueva

Dear Charlie,

I really like you as a player, but you just don't fit my team. It's not your fault, we are run by a team of idiots. Something about too many cooks in the kitchen or something. Don't worry, you're going to love the strip clubs and certainly you'll have a friend in Gustavo Chacin, but quite frankly you just don't belong. Denham Brown can give you a tour of the city, but I wouldn't buy a house anytime soon. Again, nothing personal, you're just not #7 material.

Love,

Moving in the Margins