I been readin’ you for a long time now, I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere, I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3. some of us love bugs, others hate them. Benny writes poems. he was in the same magazine as you once. Benny is the world’s greatest writer but he got this temper. he gave a readin’ once and somebody laughed at one of his serious poems and Benny took his thing out right16 there and pissed on stage. he says you write good but that you couldn’t carry his balls in a paper bag. anyhow, I made a BIG POT OF MARMALADE tonight, we all just LOVE marmalade here. Benny lost his job yesterday, he told his boss to stick it up his ass but I still got my job down at the manicure shop. you know fags come in to get their nails29 done? you aren’t a fag, are you, Mr. Chinaski? anyhow, I just felt like writing you. your books are read and read around here. Benny says you’re an old fart, you write pretty good but that you couldn’t carry his balls in a paper sack. do you like bugs, Mr. Chinaski? I think the marmalade is cool enough to eat now. so goodbye.