Speaking of friends, one of my closest friends from my seemingly never-ending University of Texas days, Trey Buck, emailed me yesterday, from out of the blue fields, somewhere. Err, I mean to say, we lost touch a while ago, and I was quite pleased to hear that he's publishing a book called Oracle Porch. Hey Trey!
Update 9/26/05: now Trey, in sudden fit of irrationality and possible encroaching mental illness, wants me to remove this posting or
“If it is not [removed], I will sue you for damages to my name and reputation. Considering the damage you have already inflicted on my life in the distant past, the prospect of stopping it in the future is well worth the money spent on legal fees.”
Yeah, good luck with that. And you are planning on proving this damages your reputation, how? Are you considering publishing the book, but not letting anyone review it or sell it? Give it up you impotent cock-sucker.
H. L. Mencken
“A poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child.”
Original email from Trey:
i am about to self publish a book of poetry, Oracle Porch. I am happy with it. I doubt that I will write any more poetry. Prose still attracts me.
Hope you are doing well.
but then the chronic alcoholism returned:
Recieved your last post card. Send no more.
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