David,

I'd just like to say thanks for the writ, the grit and the song.  I'm sitting here at a precipice in my life -- the one where I said"Fuck You" to a piddling job that paid me exorbitantly at a soulless corporation, and I'm about to step into the abyss otherwise known as the unknown future.  It's been a grind of year, giving all my thought to a job that deadened my insides.  But without I have to leave NYC, and retreat to the family homestead in Southern Maine, to lick psychic wounds and plan a new course of action. 

Per the norm, your art has helped me pass this time more easily.  As I've packed up my belongings over the last few weeks, I've read a couple of chapters each day, and was transported to a different place.  Much like my past turning towards 'A Fine Mess,' when my life felt like crud between my toes.  All I needed was to cue 'Nothing's Gonna Bring Me Down,' and I could picture my mirage I knew as the Los Angeles I loved -- palm trees hovering over Sunset Boulevard on a cool summer's night as the car crisply clicked past the denizens of the East Side.  Thanks again.