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| From: Kyle To: Jeff, Brandi, Arlene Sent: 9/9/00 Subject: destroy my face my fingers are to fat and lazy so i'm sending the same e-mail to the three of ya. it makes fuckin sense since you all live in the the same fuckin place. but everything i write is super special and goes out just to you, the reader. soooooo...where to begin? oh yeah i joined a theatre club at john a logan. it's fuckin kick ass. i tried out for a musical called "It Dances upon a Sadened Moonbeam" and landed the lead role. can you believe it. i play a depressed gardener who was fired from his job as a gardener (that he fuckin loved) just because he was in prison for a crime he was wrongfully accused of. doesn't that just beat all. i had five solos and a dance routine and everything. you guys would have been so proud. i never could have inagined the feeling i received on opening day when i finished the last words of my opening song "...and a gardner is all i be", and the audience burst into applause. by god i felt like i was king of the world. so i really thing i've found something here that i love and could do for the rest of my life. sure the guys at home make fun of my tights and make-up but theater is worth it to me. plus one of the stagehands, carl, is gay and says i'm the cutest piece of ass meat he's ever seen. even though i'm not gay it's still flattering. but i guess i should probably go now. carl is supposed to help me study my lines. he mentioned something about greasing up my shit shoot and pounding it like the virgin fuck toy he knows i am. we'll just have to see. toodles and toy poodles, (not so vile) kyle |
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