Disney World*

dearest readers from the russian federation and linux penguin lair (incl rich) —

the disney error message on my tv was scary. i realized that because it was posted it meant that you hadn't died, which i did consider as the worst case plot for a few minutes. i hope you are well. i'm back from my parents' condo in chestnut hill (the one that you and i will inherit to sell), i bagged the groceries, shimmied them up the stairs that they both have trouble with, and delivered the goods to lucy isabel williams (stan rauch, my step-father, is ailing and sleeping). it was a slog, especially since i was concerned that the plot had changed or, worse, plummeted into radical uncertainty or enraged cancellation. i'm relieved that you did not cite a page, that helps, i'm assuming everything is a go.

i've changed my mind on your friends, maybe don't bring them along for the tricks and treats. i think we can both do this on our own just as us without the need for a mediatory third (the friends) as an audience, we can do well just performing for each other. but do what you will, perhaps triangulation and socialization are better in this case. idk. i'm bring the gay manuscript along, i will work on that (not in the car) but possibly at certain times (like when you're fucking some gross fat chubby trucker in a restroom at a wayside gas station off i-95). i am curious whether you can project to my tv, which i rarely watch, or only have the news on on mute, but i guess that disney msg was confirmation: yes. how bizarre.

i packed. everything is ready except to slide the laptop into the north face backpack and entrap jeff in the rental. god, totally in. the amazon jockstrap hasn't arrived yet. i believe that is a jockmail, which i recall, but it's not a pink addicted, unfortunately. we can do this.

my parents are beginning to break down. stan is so weak that he can not only not walk much but he has a hard time getting out of bed or off the couch, it's startling. my mom drove the new jetta (in both of their names) the other day, of course to the liquor store, and i guess it went fine. she says she won't take it out except to take stan on errands, but i'm wary. but there's going to be nothing worse than if she totals the car again while we're in disney world*. that would suck and be very complicated. they are failing. my mother will go back to the wine once stan passes, and then she will degenerate quickly and be gone. i think she will feel free to pass as i will have you and i'll be settled and set up financially, too. calamities always await. martin heidegger, the german philosopher, also of ss fame, who is probably the precursor to derrida and deconstruction, has a line: "the catastrophe has already happened." i have my dad and molly in the back pocket for that, i look forward to learning of your catastrophes on the way to disney world*. i also like: "noise: listening to someone who has never suffered." punk music?

that's all for now. connie will be by around 3, she'll order food (exclusively for her, i'm not eating) and we'll carve the three pumpkins and do the candy bit. i'll take a shower, put on my j.crew model uniform for halloween. all is great in the lands of abundance, my friends —

xo xo andy p

this is what I look like in my jockmail jockstrap from amazon, I promise!