William—
Your poem is a masterpiece. Send news on your projects. Send pictures, tapes, pieces of chewed gum. Your saliva has value on the open market, man, follicles of your hair. Clone yourself. The Nation of Gillespie. Gillespie on drums, Gillespie on vocals, Gillespie bringing your drink. Oh brother, I’ve gone INSANE. The rave scene was too much. Marching back to L.A. I love you, William. Stay in Touch,

Frank