GREETINGS FROM LAS VEGAS--
Thanks for the package. It was very nice, particularly the sweets. I'm in one of the cities that never sleeps, but this one says that what happens here, stays here -- except the mail. Don't worry, I'm not hitched yet! But Elvis says hello! How's Vermont? Be home soon, bye love!
SEE YOU IN SEATTLE--
Vegas was a bore. Hitch-hiked up the coast. Almost lost my virginity on the way, but remembered it was lost in Hollywood. I thought of you. Seattle is colder than you said. Remember? I think I'll keep moving, bye love.
OLYMPIA, OH BOY!--
Washington's nice, real cool. Maybe I'll keep going up, real gold rush. Ran into my cousin Deb, she's living here. Divorced now, her kid's got no direction. Going to California. So easy. He doesn't know what it's like coming from the east. Bye.
VANCOUVER, ITS THE PLACE--
I jumped the border. Can't come home now, laying low. Anyway, found someone new. Your replacement is here; he says hey. He's into music, you'd love it. I read poetry before some concert, me, can you believe it? Follow the music, he says.
Moving around, police after me. Calgary is wet, if you can get that. Your replacement says we're in Calgary because of this band, Los Campesinos. Come up to Ottawa? You, me, dancing. Wish you were here, but don't come to this address.
TAKING IT EASY IN OTTAWA--
Police gave up, Canada's not Dirty Harry enough. Los Campesinos recorded an album with some guy -- Dave Newfeld I think. They're calling it Hold On Now, Youngster... and releasing it through something called Wichita. Maybe I'll go there. My poetry's really taking off.
BEST WISHES FROM WINNEPEG--
Fell in love with Los Campesinos, but they broke my heart. They keep moving. I love you, sort of. I hate Canada, sort of. Your replacement won't sleep with me anymore, which is okay, really. You, me, dancing, that's all I think about. If only I could get back in the US.