“dear tom
have i ever told you that i
think your name ought to be
bill. it doesnt really matter
of course, but you know, i like
to be comfortable around people.
how is margy? or martha? or
whatever the hell her name is?
listen: when you arrive & you
hear somebody yelling “willy” it’ll
be me that’s who … so c’mon. there’ll
be a car & a party waiting. it’ll
be very easy to single me out, so
dont say you didnt know i was there
gratefully
truman peyote”
