Dear Brother,

Brother, i don't know about you but i need a brother right now.  So, i thought i'd drop you a line. I feel like I'm going out of my mind...stuck in this grid of asphalt and concrete...squares and squares of boxes and boxes of...empty...nothingness..........Razor-wire and waving flags...Police cars and guns and badges...signs, signs, the end is coming soon. Im surrounded by aliens and zombies, robots and hippie commies and I'm just trying to catch the next train out of here.
My own wheels would make my life a little smoother...so I'm saving up for a Caddillac. If you have any spange to kick down for the cause, I'd be much obliged.  I've given up the hunt for a job, so i've been thinking about some alternative ways to make some cash. If you have a truck that runs we could get a chain and hook it to the hitch ball and pull up some parking meters. I guess it's all about timing. Sometimes it takes about 30 seconds or so for that one cashier at the grocery to count and recount all the one dollar bills I give her and put them under that clip in the drawer... I could snatch those twenties right quick and walk out of the store and if the bag boy has a problem with it, he'll end up on the floor on my way out...just the other day a woman left her door open and her keys in the car when she stopped at the light to stuff an envelope in the post office box on the corner just as i was walking across the street... I feined a move for her car just to fuck with her head...the timing was perfect.she didn't think it was funny but i sure did...laughed for a block and a half. I think people think I'm crazy when i just walk around laughing like that. I guess it is a bit odd, but some shit is just humorous;)