Look, I need to know, what is my status if it is NOT Italian? I am old school: the leather on this chair is Pre-Columbian, OK?! (obviously reconditioned).

Lower Guatemalan highlands, the Certificate of Authenticity assures me. Extracted from an ancient burial site. I was also assured it has time travel capacity, which is one reason I do so want you to experience it. To date I’ve only been able to go forward: I sit in it, go to sleep and when I awaken, WHAM, it’s two hours later! Heavy duty!!!

I know it is the real shit, Jules, because I found a tiny Mayan carved jade hieroglif (yet to be translated). I’d send a pic of it if I only knew how to insert pics etc. into these messages (will you please tell me!!?). Only been at this 10 days I guess.

Your 5:51 sec. serenade was truly delightful … I mean, truly. It also made my giggle, which is a rare event for an habitual criminal with a bad attitude and bad back. As in your story about being thrown down stairs, I was also honored with just such an experience … twice. That and so many years on a rigid Harley coast-to-coast has pretty much done me in … I am really, really, really old. That’s ancient, that’s more than ancient. No reason I am still here, except perhaps to observe you in my chair. THEN I’d giggle.

n.