Dear Josepheus,

How are you doing my dear friend? I hope the arachnids have stopped biting your bum, I know how you like to sit around. I've gained fifty pounds in my left leg and now I walk like a cowboy trying to conceal a massive erection in his pants. Which, ironically makes getting a table easy but sitting down is nearly impossible. I got your last message as I was passing through Versailles. Thank you so much. The description of your doctor's treatment of Chlamydia kept me warm as I made love to my landlord's son. He's a gentle boy with fledgling pubic hair and a surprisingly firm chest. Did you get the money I sent? Thirty sous isn't much, I know, but it was all I had left in my shoes after I bought my daughter back from the state hospital. They were gentle, as promised, but she now has a severe Chlorophyll addiction.

All the best until later,
-- Byron