it warms my heart to get a message from you again. i figure youre really busy.
it's a little sad we put off issue #115 of slingshot but we will have it out by the LA zine fest...i plan to be there.
oh spoiler alert...new asswipe hit the streets this week. not quite toilet paper quality...wait why am i advertising other people's work...well im proud to be near people making cool shit...even though i just squander my creative leanings farting around on the computer...OH YOUTH DO NOT DO WHAT I HAVE DONE
I'd have another Wiseblood out if that son of a bitch would quit smoking dope all the time and get drawing. Goddamned devil-weed! And here I live in a goddamned state that legalized the stuff! But he is my best pal . . . so I better not talk too hard on him.
I think I'll write you a letter. But don't stand next to the mailbox just yet Kari . . . when it gets so grey up here like it does I can only function in fits and starts.
59! 59 of the goddamned things! Oh Kari, it's just because I'm old (and in the way) and seem to court trouble wherever I go and so have plenty to write about. Oh! And insomnia . . . insomnia helps a lot.
Your my source for the scene down there because I'm so out of touch. The lady who cuts my hair started talking about these Kardashians . . . I thought she was talking about a sweater line.
Imagine all the weird shit you're gonna see and experience by time Shards gets to #59.
Actually, you'll probably be writing for People by then.
Hey I went to my lost love po box today and got the new Shards....haven't read it yet but it was out as i caught up with another lost love. She flipped through it and the remaining hour we had laughter in the air...i still think that is part of the work you do in the world.
Kari Tevo! Kari Tevo! You know I am all gone over you.
I got my new Shards and headed down to the river. If you ever go one on one with a seagull, well . . . I hate to tell you girl . . . but my money is on the sea gull . . . it ain't that I don't think you can handle things your self . . . but those sons of bitches are motherfuckers . . . . they will mess you up! But . . . . hey . . . we are talking my fave zine here . . . fuck a them seagulls.
Well . . . all them yuppies that ride the slough trail musta thought they'd come across a madman because I was yucking it away like a madman over #10. You know that I think that you and your Shards is the best thing since peanut butter. You kill me . . . dead and straight and no ands, ifs or buts.
Oh girl . . . what else can I say? I adore you!
OH! p.s. I loved Young MC and "Bust a Move"! And I remember Flea and his pink fuzzy slippers. Hey Kari . . . back in the old days of punk rock and shit I ended up back stage with
Flea . . . (only because of a girl . . . that was really really hot) . . . and Flea lit up a joint and handed it to me and I said "I don't smoke the devil weed." He looked at me utterly perplexed and said "What?!' And I said, "I don't smoke that devil weed!" I smiled real big and he smiled back and he said, "Alright . . . but you need to get a little more into the modern world dude!" And I said, "I'll work on that, but in the mean time can I get a whisky sour?" And he made someone go down to the bar and get me one. It was so much fun!
That's all girl . . . nothing else . . . I've said enough.