Dear Mr. Perry
Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 2:40 amDear Mr. Perry,
I am the last Mohican, the last train to nowhere and your last loyal fan that has treaded water in my bathtub and local swimming pools waiting for your call. I once tripped and fell forward in a urinal but that had nothing to do with you.
Anyway, I have done nothing but defend your legacy and honor and have been nothing but a loyal fan and friend. The downside to this is I have never had the opportunity to spend quality time with you hanging like buds. You know, doing buddy things like a movie or lunch at Chilis. For 25 years I have tried to imagine a chance meeting and now I understand it has caused me Delusional Transmissions to the brain.
I have images in my head of when we went and saw that movie. That one time we went to that concert and we went the wrong day and your beetle stalled half way there and we had to walk to a gas station.
I am afraid my therapist tells me the only way to reverse the damage is to actually have a buddy day and hang out. He says this is my only chance of having a normal life and for me to quit singing "shoulda been gone" everyday at noon on the nose for the past 25 years. Those funerals were sure embarrasing when it happened.
p.s my therapist says. if your not careful your gonna loose me. teAR.........
Sincerely
your biggest Fan
I am the last Mohican, the last train to nowhere and your last loyal fan that has treaded water in my bathtub and local swimming pools waiting for your call. I once tripped and fell forward in a urinal but that had nothing to do with you.
Anyway, I have done nothing but defend your legacy and honor and have been nothing but a loyal fan and friend. The downside to this is I have never had the opportunity to spend quality time with you hanging like buds. You know, doing buddy things like a movie or lunch at Chilis. For 25 years I have tried to imagine a chance meeting and now I understand it has caused me Delusional Transmissions to the brain.
I have images in my head of when we went and saw that movie. That one time we went to that concert and we went the wrong day and your beetle stalled half way there and we had to walk to a gas station.
I am afraid my therapist tells me the only way to reverse the damage is to actually have a buddy day and hang out. He says this is my only chance of having a normal life and for me to quit singing "shoulda been gone" everyday at noon on the nose for the past 25 years. Those funerals were sure embarrasing when it happened.
p.s my therapist says. if your not careful your gonna loose me. teAR.........
Sincerely
your biggest Fan
