An Open Letter
by Ed Sofield
Dearest Ink 19 Bastards –
Sorry about the long absence of communications between my people at
Majestic, LTD, and your staff……….I am glad to see that my backlog of
articles is being slowly dispersed to the populous. That, of course, is the
only way the populous can gaze upon the wisdom of a 120-year-old guru trapped
inside this horrid teenage body without losing what passes for their
minds……
I would ask you to continue posting my art – err, pieces – from time to
time – and I promise that my two month hiatus from writing anything whilst
soaking in the center of the cesspool the Man sees fit to call New York
City will prove creatively awe-inspiring (in other words – thought my shit
sucked before? You ain’t seen nothin yet!)
If you or your staff sees fit, this can be posted as the ramblings of a
fucked-up son-of-a-bitch……if you correct the spelling errors, of course
(it is time for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and her boyfriend’s new show,
Angel……no way I’m gonna check for stupid-assed grammar and shit while
that piece of work is on the air).
Hope you all are doing well……I am fine. I’ll be sending a postcard soon.
Either that or a dead dog. So There!!!!
Until next time, I’m
Drowning in a Sea of Soccer Moms,
E.S.S. Majestic Enterprises,
Majestic LTD, UNLTD,
in co/op with
Cricket DeVille of DeVille Enterprises
