Thursday, March 19, 2009
To my darling Beverly,
I have decided to follow my dream and move to NYC to become a Broadway star. After touring the West coast I have found my true calling and Broadway is where I belong. I haven't yet told my side kick Wrigley, I need to do this alone. He cramps my style, plus he has a lot of gas.
I know this may seem a bit forward but until I get my bearings, is it possible I stay at your pad in Brooklyn? I don't think your mommy would mind, but Elvis may be a problem. Does he still drool? That bothers me somewhat. I'll search for drool cups on ebay before I depart.
Anyway, I've decided to rent a Harley and ride cross country. I've got some gigs lined up along the way so my ETA is yet to be determined. I'll have my blackberry in my fanny pack so we'll stay in touch. Until then, I'll leave you with a picture of me in my Harley gear.
Look how I can lift my leg so high:
Just something I learned while passing through Bangkok.
(that's my stage name but you can still call me "fluffy lover")
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