no, no, no! 9.5!! yeah eric! don't mind me, i was steamed when i was writing that cause the cops had just invaded my house for some bizarre reason--the neighbor reported domestic violence. i live alone! my son was playing b-ball! why this apt, there are three others on this floor? i was clipping coupons and paying bills, listening to some swede indie band. and yet, they thought it necessary to go tramping thru my house with flashlights and guns drawn. i'm not kiddin'!!! i hate cops. they hate me. smokey always stops me when driving, now i get the charming donut munchers visiting my house. 'cause my neighbor hates me. as long as i play aretha franklin or marvin gaye, i'm cool. slip the led zep in, bam! he doesnt' even like miles, eric!! not even jl hooker. whatever. i've got bad taste in music, but this guy outdoes me any day
see, eric, this is why i should write a book about my escapades like i told ya!
entertainment interlude fini! kelley