This has to go somewhere? It’s an email to FMK with whom a long-overdue conversation was finally occassioned by the sale of her latest book. That’s beauty. This ties in…
[Editor’s Note: For those who’ve all but forgotten the care, craft, and crap that went into the letterwriting of yore, we bring you a less-than-gentle reminder.]
Hey, […]

[Thanks, Ice!] [[And we gangstas, too, in our own little airy weigh.]]
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Shuh tit!

Mystery Man is emailing me little scenarios as I type this. He might well be a Keeper if we ever meet, in 9 months. You see, TBILB is simply the boy I like best. Not “best ever” or “best forever.” Just best. fmk’splawg

Now it’s crack dreams and warehouse pet store dreams. This must be the blessed silver lining of being employed. By the way, the crack dream last night was of the paperclipping-the-creamy-yellow-resin-in-pipe-while-knowing-I-was-blowing-a-good-run variety.

Desire is not whole. It is part and parcel.