Dear Neil Garriscond,
Its likely that I will no longer find myself able to attend your engagement of the 29th, as recent incarceration has found me within certain limits where it regards the capability of wandering where it is that I please. All of my lingering debts have been signed over to my consultant, a very courteous and understanding John Sheen, with the insinuation that where money is owed, a check will be sent. He is an honorable, fashionably keen gentleman, and so with great relief I am at least able to settle down at night without falling into a financial panic. Ive assured him that within at least a reasonable amount of time, it should be within my measures to re-pay him both for handling these finances on my behalf, and also for the time hes unquestioningly set aside to help out a substantially faithful client who has been, quite alarmingly, forced into a legal dispute the likes of which judges and juries have all recently frowned upon.
My point of view is that the evidence was tainted, and that at least half the jury was paid for by monies outside the jurisdiction of the proper legal system for which they represent.
It is with great regret and sadness that I should be breaking the news to you this way, Neil, but it is for the best that perhaps you should harness into your employment a temporary field hand for the work which must be taken care of on the 29th. If for any reason plans have changed and I can attend, well deal with the temp on the side, as it were.
My lawyers Bale Serrick and Kevin Aimes are both hard at work on my appeals, which should be expected to see the miserable sunlight beams of Palomino District Court by early next month.
For now, I have been asked to relinquish my suit and briefcase, which has been entered into plastic bags and tucked into file drawers, away from me. The uniform they have me wearing now is deep red, and Ive been told by fellow Blockmates that this means something bad; it is certainly an attire I would not personally choose to attend a waltz in. Snickering, the other inmates let me sit alone at lunch, unwilling to have me at their tables or even standing off to the side, sipping alone from chocolate milk cartons that I believe have expired, though the dates appear to be rubbed out each time I have this feeling.
Please accept my deepest apologies for such short notice, and also, give Belinda a kiss on the cheek for me. Do tell her that I will see her soon. I must golights out is being sounded.
Respectfully yours,
Falling.
Its likely that I will no longer find myself able to attend your engagement of the 29th, as recent incarceration has found me within certain limits where it regards the capability of wandering where it is that I please. All of my lingering debts have been signed over to my consultant, a very courteous and understanding John Sheen, with the insinuation that where money is owed, a check will be sent. He is an honorable, fashionably keen gentleman, and so with great relief I am at least able to settle down at night without falling into a financial panic. Ive assured him that within at least a reasonable amount of time, it should be within my measures to re-pay him both for handling these finances on my behalf, and also for the time hes unquestioningly set aside to help out a substantially faithful client who has been, quite alarmingly, forced into a legal dispute the likes of which judges and juries have all recently frowned upon.
My point of view is that the evidence was tainted, and that at least half the jury was paid for by monies outside the jurisdiction of the proper legal system for which they represent.
It is with great regret and sadness that I should be breaking the news to you this way, Neil, but it is for the best that perhaps you should harness into your employment a temporary field hand for the work which must be taken care of on the 29th. If for any reason plans have changed and I can attend, well deal with the temp on the side, as it were.
My lawyers Bale Serrick and Kevin Aimes are both hard at work on my appeals, which should be expected to see the miserable sunlight beams of Palomino District Court by early next month.
For now, I have been asked to relinquish my suit and briefcase, which has been entered into plastic bags and tucked into file drawers, away from me. The uniform they have me wearing now is deep red, and Ive been told by fellow Blockmates that this means something bad; it is certainly an attire I would not personally choose to attend a waltz in. Snickering, the other inmates let me sit alone at lunch, unwilling to have me at their tables or even standing off to the side, sipping alone from chocolate milk cartons that I believe have expired, though the dates appear to be rubbed out each time I have this feeling.
Please accept my deepest apologies for such short notice, and also, give Belinda a kiss on the cheek for me. Do tell her that I will see her soon. I must golights out is being sounded.
Respectfully yours,
Falling.
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That is why on "change of heart" they don't let the person who wants to stay together turn his/her card over before the person who wants to break up. It would be too gosh-o. Sorry if that came out insensitive. It just proves a point I have been trying to make for a long time. Anyway if you need to talk, I am a click away.
Unless you want to yell at me then:
By the way, I fucking had a heart attack when I saw what you spray-painted on Glasgow's palm trees before he got back into town.
It's too bad, I guess, that he stole your girl and I watched them do it in the bed of my truck while we drove back from Daytona. Rearview mirrors are crazy.
Tell Adam from What's Yr Damage to eat my shit, and I guess I'll see you later, dude.
Killer!
[Edited on Jan 21, 2004 3:54PM]