Friday, February 29, 2008
My Dear John
Blah-blah-blah. What to write? I'm on LinkedIn, people. I got a still life with dildos. I got more Fast & Dirty in the works. I need more letters from johns and working girls, if you've got 'em. From a recent fake john letter that I received at 3:34 AM on February 27, 2008: "3RD OF ALL IF U CATCH A WORD LOOKN FUCKED UP SOME OF MY LETTERS ARE MELTED TOGETHER FROM DROPPIN CIGGARETTES DURIN HEROIN NODS..." Will do, JOHN FROM BROOKLYN, will do. (For those who are interested, the letter was entitled "GIFT FROM GOD/SAVED BY GOD" and concluded with a car accident: "AFTER I WOKE UP I MADE THE SIGN OF THE CROSS GRABBED MY DIK TO MOVE IT TO THE SIDE CAUSE IT HURT." I left out the part in between about the "FUKIN HOOKER FROM STATEN ISLAND," who, as he explains: "I FUCKED HER SO GOOD SHE DIDNT LET ME PAY." A beautiful story of love, loss, and hope from a young American male. Thank you, JOHN FROM BROOKLYN. I'm so glad I didn't have to go to my grave without having gotten that story forever lodged in my brain.) I'm not sure what else to say. I've got two other projects in the works, but I can't talk about them yet. One's about porn and one's about something else altogether. All I got to say is that I'm holding true to my promise, it would seem, to start writing about women. So, yeah, JOHN FROM BROOKLYN, maybe we're all looking for our GIFT FROM GOD.