keep on truckin’
And on, and on and on it goes, as I continue getting letters from my crazy fans.
Wrote to the Governor, Padre. Find a copy of the letter enclosed.
Then I read this:
> This is what I sent to the meat head
>
> Office of the Governor
> State Capitol Building
> Sacramento, CA 95814
>
> Mr Arnold Schwarzenegger,
> You have recieved a letter from a friend of mine asking for
> help. Oh how I wish you have responded to it. His name is Luke
> Miljevich, and all he wants is a small amount of help to become a
> prosperous taxpayer that will vote for you. Now, I may not be a
> taxpayer, and I may not be an American, but my cousin moved over 5 000
> miles to fight a war for your president and I pray that must mean
> something to you. A member of your constituency crys out for help,
> what kind of man could stand idle and let his dreams die? All the man
> wants is to drive a heavy vehicle on a long run across your Red White
> and Blue. Is that so hard a request? Please find it in your heart to
> make his dreams come true,
> Your Fan
>
> Mick
(Reprinted with permission)
Good Gawd!
I’ll be shipped off to Guantánamo Bay sure as my mother hates me. “I told you the cocksucker was no good,” I can hear my mother shouting at the telly, dry food crumbs flying from her mouth as my long, sad face is paraded by on the nightly news in an orange jumpsuit. Me, manacled at the wrists, pleading for mercy and begging to be distanced from my well meaning but degenerate and deranged lunatic fans.
But I must say, that I am loving the attention.
Thanks all… .
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Okay,
Father Luke
