I Really Hate Letterman

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No, not the person, just the... dam thing of its revoltingly smug persona. Whatev, here's Mr. Zevon, with apologies to all you people who were out there, unlike me. Saying that, a few years back this sandy haired guy pulled into the Pick 'n Steal, I think he was called "David."

So. He had a Cheetah on his T shirt. I took that flag in for a second and fired back, "Selous Scout, eh? Pamwe Chetwe." The aged veteran of a 1000 psychic and kinetic wars did a double take, recollected himself, snapped back to real time, and applauded.

"You're the only man in this town who would know that," replied my sandy haired pal. He then went on to talk of machine pistol parts, borders and Warren Zevon. Hey, rock on. I liked that guy, and fear he's gone. This little slice of rural heaven is the worse for it if so.

You Fool No One,

LSP

Wolf Interlude

 

Make of this what you will,

LSP

Headless Thompson Gunner

 

Hey, it's not Zevon but I call good work, Lauren. All this in re: Bel Air Thompsons which may or may not be semi. Haunting, eh? And just for kix:

Ave C,

LSP

No More Drama Please

Readers, all two of you, I'm doing my level best to drive drama out of the business, and it's not easy. Of course lawyers, guns, and money would have absolutely nothing to do with it. At all. Just kidding.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Lawyers Guns And Money

With deepest apologies to the White Wolf Mine,

LSP

Wolves Slay Unicorns

This one's for a well known member of the strategic defense community and noted irregular cavalryman.

OK, for "London" read Arizona highlands. By the way, White Wolves are the Unicorn's natural predator.

As you were,

LSP