So I just got a phone call I've been waiting for. I'm leaving on Tuesday for Boston/New Hampshire and points beyond to work for General Clark and/or American Repertory Theatre. I definitely have a place at the campaign; not so certain at Hahvad. I'll be gone for my birfday, sad clown; but doing something that actually matters for once, happy clown. I prolly won't see any of you before I go. I thought I'd have more time, but the guy at the Manchester office wants me up there next week, so no time for love, Docta Jones. Anyway, I love you monkeys more than my own feet (and if you've ever seen me drunk, you know how much I love my feet), and I don't know when I'm coming back, but I shall think of you fondly and often. Stay in touch.