You, fellow pedestrian, yes you, should feel obligated, Naa priviledged, at this juncture to participate by sending me a letter, a telegraph, a phone call or a smoke signal to reassure me that my public still breathes.
Oh for god sake, somebody comment on something. At this point I'm paying Preston Snavely III five dollars a night to hand out bills and notices on bourbon street. Is there a mirror site I don't know about?
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