Maybe I Was Too Hard on the Old Man...

At least the hoax poem wasn't mean or cruel.

But it was an attempt to embarrass, and as such an insult.

Dude, I can embarrass myself without your help. Just read my blog lol.

But I just wanted to let you know I know who you are, and tell you the manifold things you were doing wrong if you want to hoax.

Real hoaxing is hard. Relevant hoaxing is even much harder than that.

Most hoaxing is just kid's play.

You are forty some years past that. Or should be.

I know who you're trying to configure yourself with too. Well, they are trying to configure you. One of them fellated you in print. That was nice of him.

He was stalking the outside members of the pack...the weaker footsoldiers at the periphery.

If he could pull you away from the pack, he could cannibalize and re-use you.

I suspect that's what happened a few years back.

Their strategy is fine.

Except there's one problem.

People in the future only read good books. It's terribly unfair and it worries me too.

But what are you going to do.

But let the games continue.

Emeriti have to do something, right?

I do hope you at least got the emeritus.

Are you a vintner now? Like F.F.C.?

I think of you when I walk into the store with that name.

You know the one.

They have good implements.

I buy Lee presents there sometimes.

And we both look at each other like "prodigal, I know."

But "it's so pretty."

It is.

I prefer their French porcelain. They have the best porcelain in town.

I found a rabbit tureen at a flea market once for six dollars.

It would have cost me a lot more in "your" store.

xo b