You don't call, you don't write. And God only knows how to find you the way you move around like a Gypsy.
Oh I'm still around, I'm on the other boards every day. I don't do much with this one anymore though.
I actually haven't moved in 17 months! Vegas is working out pretty nicely for me. I'm gonna hang out with Scott Burnstein at some 40th-anniversary-of-the-Hoffa-hit event this Wednesday.
Just please tell me that you haven't fallen in with the Hipsters. I've had a rough year. I don't think I could bear the idea of you with a skullcap and an unkempt beard skateboarding over the Brooklyn Bridge. I'd seriously consider ending it all****.
**** For you, not for me. I'd toss you off the bridge. But it would be out of love. A mercy killing of sorts.
I don't think you need to worry about that. Even if I wanted to, that kind of people hate me instinctively, so they wouldn't let me into the club. But if it DOES happen, I'm telling you right now that I
want you to kill me.
