greetings my friend and commiseration to all your brothers inside…except the bullies and sadists, on both sides of the law…just want you to know that the free flight of your words found me in London drinking coffee and eating a grilled cheese sandwich and I wish i could share it with all those hungry or just yearning for something tasty. Your words are now bouncing about my apartment in the ether and off south into the grey summer air of london where we mourn the stupid fucking vote of those who wanted to leave europe and build and fantasy future…but there’s leaves on the trees and a white pigeon has raised another white pigeon on my terrace and clock dings ten and nobody can stop your words flying off somewhere else…