the mouth
Hold the bus! Man, am I wiped out! I mean it’s hard enough sitting here trying to get your sht together when the lines on the paper keep moving and the last thing you wrote was a term paper on the sex life of algae in your pre drop-out days. If I didn’t have a chart of the alphabet in front of me, I’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble right now.
May 1, 1969