Dear Jack, It is with a heavy heart that I am sending you this message. I just
read your last E-mail transmition-appropriately titled "where we live". I was
delighted to be mentioned as a cameo character. As much as I can appreciate your
ability to take the affection that you have for the lovely hamlet that you and
your pretty wife call home and put pen to paper, successfully putting the reader
in what Martin Scorsese calls "the theatre with seating for all"; As much as I
can identify with the purity that is the gods country that is the adirondaks;
with all that I know of you having been my "big Brother" my whole life as well
as my roomate for 42 months.{now that would be be good writin'} I need for this
to be said- We need money down here MOTHER FUCKER- This gift that you have that
allows you to take a willing partipant through your the channels of your mind
and positively influence what we know as "the h
uman condition' is quite
remarkable. So with that
said I beleive that there is a huge market in what you have to offer the world
at large. As you know I am not a person who regularly quotes other people but in
this instance, I am compelled to repeat the words of Madonna Veronica Ciccone
when I say "stick to the basics of advertising; sex, babies, and puppies and you
will never go wrong". So the next time you have me lazying down a country road,
I would like very much if there was a farmers daughter at the end of it.
Describe the lace of her panties,{ in 11 pages or less please} llustrate how
she feared her male lead counterpart, {ROBERT MCDERMOTT} but his fundamental
vulnerability and primitive heat.... Bla Bla Bla you get the
picture.$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Hey lets do lunch