From a #LetterDay in 2012. #goingforthepost, send me your address and I’ll write you a letter.
The Office of Jim Trainer
Fox Den
Hippie Town, USA
G. Razas
Whip In
1950 S I H 35
Austin, TX
7/9/12
10:13pm
Hello-
There may be no finer line between heaven&hell than the cursed, silken trail of cocaine addiction. Many have gone before. None have made it back. We’re left with their stories, their songs, or some gay tapestry they hang behind yr bar at the Whip In.
I thought I would start receiving my mail there and do it like Dr.Thompson, but after Labor Day Weekend I’m wont to just show up and play, and then go home. Who would’ve thought two plain-clothes cops could be so wild&free? Barley wine’s a motherfucker but don’t they have rape training&all that shit in the academy? Oh well, it would’ve been tits to have their traffic clearance last weekend but I can’t complain. I burned down 290 with 7 balls of…
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