what up whitey
Well some things have happened since the last time I wrote. I went to secret free Pearl Jam show in NYC. It was a good time. There is a nice girl stalking me so that is nice. She writes such lovely letters. Her name is Lisa. She has big hands and lots of spy stuff. In her last letter she wrote about how she wants to live in a smurf mushroom and wear a leaf dress. Some people have an over active imagination. But I must say that Lisa is a cool cat and she has never wrote me a letter since that fateful day, “REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER.” Okay that is all insanity but that is what she does to me. “Where is my coffee cup and why are my pants off?” I have nothing more to say to you people except that you are the scum of humanity with your houses and fancy cars full of salmon and drunken French men waving their peppers for all to see while digging up dead birds from the ashes of lost watches in the un holy excrement that is left on the walls of the Vatican...