To Sir With LoveThough I don’t know Poppy Z. Brite personally, I hereby declare my undying affection for this kind human being who, unbeknownst to her, has once again brightened my dreary day. The first time soothed my wounded writerly heart (the whole tragic story here), and today, my battered psyche and flu-fucked head.
Jesus Christ, Doc, how many thousands of hits does your journal get each day, anyway? Like, 50,087?
My thanks to the wonderful PZB readers who e-mailed -- seriously, thank you! I’ll reply to each and every one of you soon as the Capuchin monkey stops banging on my head with his little tin cup. Bastard is killing me.
Also, to my friends, to my poor friends who’ve been neglected beyond what should be legal, I apologize for my lack of communication. I love you, love you, love you, and will be writing or calling you soon.