I can't remember what I was looking for, but shuffling through some of the myriad untidy stacks of papers that I have on every available surface that the wife hasn't complained about yet, I came across this letter. I found it around two years ago near the corner of Telegraph and 37th in Oakland, but it hasn't "surfaced" in awhile.
It's written in pencil on a piece of standard note paper, in a tiny, childish hand, and it is unsigned.
Dear,Posted by Dr. Frank at December 13, 2002 08:51 AM | TrackBack
Leonard What's up? What cha been up to? Me? Nothin much. Who have you been doin it to lately? And I Want to know how many people have you done it to in your whole life? I might have already asked you these questions on the phone. But if I haven't I want to know. But look if I don't be doin to nobody, its all yours and I never let nobody else touch it the least you can do is. Cut down on how much you doin it. Cause if you don't you might catch somethin and I won't let you do it to me. You probably don't care, but hey I do, so don't. Seriously. I mean there's plenty of guy's I could be fucken but I'm not cause I don't want to be the type that "gets around" I just want to be the one that only does it to one person. Sometimes can get me to the point where I say yes but instead I say no. How come boys can't do that, huh?