Where'd that Adidas
Come from?
&
I'm a
Discouraged ManI am a discouraged man. It seems to me that real living literature is no longer written in America, or the world for that matter. Rather than believe this to be true (which would leave me with no choice but to commit suicide or expose the most extreme exile upon myself), I've decided to convince myself that it is still written, it's just not published.You'll find I have attached a nominal donation to the tail end of my subscription fee. Also, please to send me a copy of "A Cricket in the Telephone" and any other tidbits you feel it in the cockles of your live-loving heart to share.
A little more than a month ago I returned to America after a glorious month in the UK. I cried when I left Britain. It was quite unpleasant to return and find this damnable presidential election mess. Ultimately I ended up back in my hometown in South Florida. As usual, this turned out to be ground zero for the mess. Marilyn Manson is from Ft. Lauderdale, America's most famous nympho is, too (Kathy Willets), O. J. moved to Miami, and where else would Elián happen (I refer to him as the "E-word").
Enough shit about politics, nations rise and nations fall, nothing is new.
--- R. RutherfordRALPH:Just a quick question. If the man who was shot was "naked as a jailbird" and "in this part of the world, people just don't throw away good shoes," how was it that this poor individual came to be wearing a nice pair of adidas prior to his headfirst dive into oblivion?
--- William Hardin
hardinw@advisory.com