Not with a camera. Find a deadly weapon, preferably one that fires silver bullets in case the love pariah is immortal. HPG is reading this blog. It's all my fault. I couldn't keep my big trap shut. He knew I had a blog and kept threatening to go searching for it. I likened the task to finding a needle in a haystack. But don't underestimate the ingenuity of a bored researcher who often wonders if he's discovered the "end of the internet."
Have your fun, HPG. But know this. You were but a blip on my radar, a fleeting interest that waxed and waned depending on the frequency and proximity of our contact. I am horrified. Death, embrace me.
2 comments:
It's a good thing all of this is not really true... a lot of dream conversations that you wrote down in a daze then posted on this blog. Didn't you tell him that?
it's futile, nic, too late for damage control altho you're the best spin doc in the world.
xo LP
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