BLUE COLLAR HOLIDAY
Stick-up Thanks for the novel on Catherine the Great. I was greatly relieved to discover there are fates far worse than blackness, the clap. Though nobody knows what they are... & so come to shepherd me across a stretch of wicked terrain more limp-wristed wives blackballed from the Bath & Tennis Club. "O the girls used to dot their i's with hearts" & their hearts just break like chocolate, sharp & warm & exclusive like after-swim bowel movements. White Castle burgers. High-class poo-poo. I am assaulted by a cohesive mass of confidence & steal lines, long & thin like stringy hemorrhoids or cowboy ties. I choose not to think of it as plagiarism but as "synchronicity" as in: Christ was born on a bank holiday & died on a bank holiday & I'm worrying about my hedge fund when a voice blurts out, You could have got salvation, tri-color pasta if you had waited but since you acted the way you did you get nothing!