We met on top of the man, darling...

[St. Edna]

NICHOLAS! I believe you were staying in a fully loaded motor home, you lovely spoiled Brit. Klive told me you were a gift from the playa, that we would run into you again some day, not to push it, not to be crazy and impatient, but I don't care. I am nothing if not brilliant with compulsion. We miss you (I miss you more, remember) and might even be a tad lost without you. We accosted you up on top of the man and made you say your name (or all four of your names) over and over and over again... and then proceeded to forget ALL of them except for Nicholas. I was tall and happily engaged, and Klive was wearing a tux. You had divine white hair and a fanny pack full of weirdness. Tell what you had around your neck. We were abused by Irish bartenders and you talked about your mother, your writer father, Hottentots. You knew everything, and we lapped it up. You asked, "Know anything about history, darling?" I didn't and don't, but please write anyway. Love, Edna

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Hey guys

[DVD Burner]

Ok, maybe not Alice.

[DVD Burner]

Must be a bot.




and hey.......where's the edit function?