Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Rex gets a letter from a long lost friend..
Mildred,
A letter from our old friend Cash Frock arrived over the long Thanksgiving roost. The last time I heard from ole'Cash, he was stuck in the routine of passing out with his head in the refrigerator twice a week. I know that you all were tight during the crack war days, shacked up in that 4th Avenue Brooklyn apartment , but Cash sounds like the same old Orson Wells that never made it.
His current roommate is a Kurt Cobain guitar freak that defaulted to computer programming after getting heavy into heroine. The apartment doesn't sound like anything to write home about except that it's huge. According to Cash, it's a football field in length, with high ceiling exceeding 20 feet. Can you confirm any of this? It's always a bit unsettling to get a letter from someone like that out of nowhere. At least he's alive. Did you go to Arafat's funeral?
Hope you're eating good..
Rex
Mildred,
A letter from our old friend Cash Frock arrived over the long Thanksgiving roost. The last time I heard from ole'Cash, he was stuck in the routine of passing out with his head in the refrigerator twice a week. I know that you all were tight during the crack war days, shacked up in that 4th Avenue Brooklyn apartment , but Cash sounds like the same old Orson Wells that never made it.
His current roommate is a Kurt Cobain guitar freak that defaulted to computer programming after getting heavy into heroine. The apartment doesn't sound like anything to write home about except that it's huge. According to Cash, it's a football field in length, with high ceiling exceeding 20 feet. Can you confirm any of this? It's always a bit unsettling to get a letter from someone like that out of nowhere. At least he's alive. Did you go to Arafat's funeral?
Hope you're eating good..
Rex
# posted by DH @ 10:33 PM 
