wanted to drop you a note thanking you for the lovely get
well gift. The teddy bear is most cuddly and brings me great
comfort during the worst times.
pain appears to be ebbing ever so slightly, but perhaps
that is just the Vicodin, lovely little pill that it is.
It could be the ravages of age, but this pain is worse even
than when Karras caved in my nose during my preseason with
the Lions, or when Archie Moore so ruthlessly pummeled me
during our sparring match. Yet I regret nothingI was
so compelled to experience a mere dash of "Britneymania"
I dont know that wild horses could have kept me from
taking the Garden stage with your dancers during the sublime
"Hit Me Baby One More Time." As you know, rehearsals
went fabulously well, but during the live performance, as
I executed the "slap-slap, turn, spin, kick-kick, turn,
split" sequence, I felt it tear.
doctors say the pull is "massive" and that apparently
the muscle of the groin region simply "folded up like
a window shade." Indeed, as you say in your card, it
is fortunate that my screams were drowned out by those of
your devoted following (justifiably) hailing your every
move, for the journalist, even one who gets so close to
his subjects as I do, should never become the focus of the
have made space in the Review for your interview. I feel
it is the proper time to expand our borders beyond poets
and writers and critics to include other important artists
such as yourself. I would conduct the interview myself,
but I fear that the Vicodin (as pleasurable as it is) has
left my mind too dulled to do the work justice. Rushdie
has stepped forth and volunteered. We shall see...
was disappointed to read in your card that you will not
be able to visit, for you manage to bring light to whatever
room you enter, and I am certain that healings course
would be much shortened by your presence, but rest assured
that I will endeavor to take your salutation to heart and
always, "keep it real."
Massive hugzzzzz in return,