dear Ray,
I haven’t yet quit my day job to pursue the written word, but I’m starting small: twelve short stories this year. I once did twenty-five; this should be no Herculean task. I’ve gotten three others to commit to this as well, and three more still to pitch in on occasion. hopefully, more than fifty horrible story children will be born in your honor this year. this is all because of Zen and you know it. looking forward to that drink I owe you in whatever circle of Heavell is reserved for writers and their unforgivable creations.
sincerely,
August


