Excerpt from mail sent in 1998
Within two minutes of putting on my new Santa hat and walking
the streets of Berkeley, a passerby gently clutched my arm
and told me what he wanted for Christmas.
- What I replied:
- "I'll see what I can do."
- What I should have replied:
- "If you keep on tossing your empty Olde English
cans into the street like that, you're getting
coal in your stocking."
- I'm glad I didn't reply:
- "Even if I could could fit a Cadillac and a
'Fine-ass bitch, big, maybe eight feet tall'
into my sack, what makes you think I'd share?"
I'll get the hang of this eventually.