Dear George
by Joe Dickinson
dear george,
the time has come for danny to do his deed. do you understand what i am saying? this has not been easy for me, and i am assuming that it has not been easy for you either. the ideas for stories are not so easy to come by, though when one watches one assumes that a story would be easy to procreate. i have found the opposite to be the brutal truth. all of my possible story ideas turn into autobiographical tales ending in the lead character’s jumping from a bridge. this is not something that gets made into anything. it’s not anything of value. if only i had ms. Flowerpot’s storytelling facilities, i’d be good as gold. i wonder how the lovely ms. L is doing. as predicted she has not responded to my e-mail, so the real truth is unclear, but i am assuming that all is well with her. i wonder if she’s written any songs. i’m around still ranks as one of my favorite of all time. she makes me crazy. if she had said stand in front of a train i wouldn’t have done it, but i would have thought about it, which is more than i would do for most. gooood woman she is. buuuut no use in speaking of things in the past, things that will never happen. we could have taken over the world by now, i swear it. our minds combined were unstoppable. and on stage, good lord, we were invincible. maybe someday down the road, who fucking knows. i certainly don’t. oh by the way, mr. henrierez down the way said he would lend you the money for that operation you wanted. congrats on that one! i thought he was going to tell you to put it into the trunk of a tree and shove it! certainly rattled my bootheels. youth runs away from daisy like a dandelion eats rattlesnakes on the highway near boise, idaho.
“so it is those who act that rightly win the honours and rewards in life.”
- aristotle
Copyright 2005 Joe Dickinson