Someone convinced me that I should write to this one magazine asking for work. I did. No one responded - unsurprisingly because I come off like a SPAZ-A-TRON in email. THEN LAST NIGHT I GOT A PACKAGE. It was marked with the EDITOR OF THAT MAGAZINES name but addressed to me. HA HA. It was full, FULL of CRASS stuff. I wrote to the editor and told him that I had his package. HOW FLIPPING WEIRD IS THAT? No one responded of course. It was decided that I WAS NOW CREEPY by my grillfriend!
― Jimmy the Saint (Jimmy the Saint), Wednesday, 4 February 2004 13:10 (twenty-two years ago)