Dear G. Thank you for your inspiring words... To think I've been wasting all this time thinking I was just sort of this beleaguered and hard-working shlub, a little bewildered and usually in over my head, only to find that I, in fact, am great, and on top of that-- well, I am powerful. Geez, who knew? You make me feel like doing something truly grand, and I thank you for that. In Fact, on the strength of your fine example, I think I'm going to go out and find somebody to push around. Maybe I'll start with a little girl, or somebody homeless, or mentally ill, or a small child, just to get my feet wet. Then after that I could maybe get around to my real business of Smiting To Death All Of Those Infidels who refuse to follow the Teachings of...... oh, shit I don't know... Robert Anton Wilson, or maybe Stan Lee, or Dorothy Parker or Miles Davis or Jimi Hendrix or Colin Wilson or somebody... Wait, I know!!! I know!!! A Trinity!!! Yeah, that works! Here's the plan. I'm going to kill everyone on this Earth that doesnt pledge holy allegiance to Albert Einstein! And Richard Feynman can be like a Holy Bongo Playing Physics Ghost, and like maybe Uma Thurman for some classy sex appeal. Yeah, that's a good trio. Smart, sexy, lots of good pictures... Guess I better rest up. There's a hell of a lot of killing to be done. God it feels good to have a purpose finally. Prepare to die, heathens! Oooh, it feels good just to say it.

Well, G. , good luck with your holocaust, I'll drop you a line sometime and let you know how mine goes. Sorry you couldnt stick around.

your pal Dave