Dear Last Days Of Disco: I still don't understand what happened the other night but I'm pretty sure the evening was directed by Terry Gilliam or as G put it, booked by Vince Russo (though if Russo had booked it, Lurch would have slept with BOTH of the chicks he had been set up with). If this is what the Last Days of Disco do, I am happy to provide the occasional cameo, and then retire home to my girlfriend and Lego Star Wars 2 and what Brandt calls my "FUCKING COMIC BOOK WRITING". I'm sure we will be discussing this in detail at our writers brunch or during our usual Monday Night fun, but grife!! I learned many things that evening, none of it good, most of it great, none of it about myself or about you guys, but some of it about the different degrees of Baltika, a beer made for me. I would also call that evening a success, a laugh riot, and the invite is appreciated...
See you on the fake friends tour ;-) (sorry that makes no sense to you readers, but the Last Days Trio will get that). As that kid The Kidd would say "HARSH, FRANK".
Keep it crooked (worst laugh ever)
F
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