Sunday, June 30, 1991

Hello. ('91 typewritten on graph paper, original typos intact)

Hello. Please allow me to introduce mysel. I am a man of wealth and taste. Ha! That's a joke son. No, I am a very wealth and dignified man about town. I am fifty, sport a grey beard and spectacles and am very fond of pretending to be a blind and helpless old man This is just a ruse I use for picking up the ladies. Somting in my slightly spastic walk that really turn them on. Hey, hey, hey. That what I say.

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