Here's the reply I got to one of my newsletters today:
The more I hear the worse it gets, Joe and I had a very long talk this a.m. still on xnax, asked him for my stool and record, he said the record was already in Yucca valley, told him I want it, lets cry tonight
I decided that it can only be the words to a country song sung by a man with a face like five miles of bad road and a voice dripping with whiskey and regret.
But yeah. Let's cry tonight.
