I knew Warren, and liked him. He never said yes to me, though. Of course there was that one time in a motel hot tub in Amarillo, but he was on the wagon and it just kind of fizzled out. Both of us being atheist commie types we just started talking about how we needed to kill everybody who wasnt just like us. So we killed a couple of thousand Baptists in Waco. Warren had picked up this huge 50 caliber sniper rifle somewhere, but man that thing had a kick. I got sick of getting my shoulder bruised and went down and had some coffee and picked up a bunch of comic books and some variacs and an old ten-speed from a pawn shop in town. Warren stayed up on that hill, just blasting away. He was just a tireless killer, old Warren. Missed you, though, obviously. Too bad. He would have loved to catch sight. Hated wingnuts, he did, but like he said one day, "shit if it wasnt for wingnuts I'd have to find somebody else to kill. Wingnuts are the best, cause you don't have to feel too guilty." I remember he was pretty broken up when he killed a couple of guys and later it turned out they knew how to read, and could get through writing a paragraph without misspelling anything. Yeah, he was a great guy. Loved killing wingnuts, though. Me, I prefer just pulling their legs. Pull a wingnut's leg, and it's just like pulling a string on a doll's back... "The Nazis were Socialists" "We're the silent majority" "It's all Clinton's fault" " These colors don't run". I get a real kick out of that. Thanks for the opportunity.