Dear Mark

Mark,

Batch, it's not a PR problem; it's way deeper than that. Need a break. I'm going over to Bambi's. Found "Duhat" wine in the cupboard. I'm bringing two tiny sherry glasses as well; the wine which is semi sweet should go nicely with dark chocolate and some grapes, but Bambi is strictly a friend if you know what I mean and I don't like fruit or chocolate or some other sweet crap with my liquor. There's a pigar-pigar stand near her place; half a kilo of that two-day old beef fried with sweet white onions is a winner.
How come you never talk to Leonard?
How's the business?
I'm thinking of getting an ugly Vespa and a Ringo Starr-Beatles-bowler cut wig and putting Norah Jones on my iPod.
Have you ever tried riding a motorcycle with your shirt off on a moonlit midnight? I swear I closed my eyes for about 5 minutes and I've never felt safer, like I was invincible.
I hope I don't wake up with a hangover.
Have a meeting tomorrow with a publisher, and well, it's pilates day.
Take care and tell them that please, I'm not a priority...

Ryan