Dear Baby,
I’ve been fighting the decent, clean fight and I’m tired. Enemies are everywhere these days. Hiding in the garbage cans and in the cars of free Americans. I can’t take it. I’m hanging myself with the American flag in the presidential bath area. Tell Dickhead Cheney that I hated the time he ate my steak and didn’t ask first. It was my steak. Mine. There isn’t a free place here in this heavenly land. I tried. I’ll find him and give him a stiff nipple twist.
Night Legs, I hardly knew ye.
G.B.
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