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by Joe B. Ok, Tuesday, Dec. 31st , the last day of 2002. I don’t know but for folks hanging on to whatever Its gonna get worse before silver linings appear on dark clouds. Someone just called the office there’s no heavy breathing or foul language only silence on the other end. I pray a friendly stalker(s)? Hope she's female. (I know dead by either sex is dead). With my luck she’s gay and playing an elaborate joke. That reminds me I must finish my book today so this could be a short column and I must correct where to snail or email me at the end of it. Seems I’m not getting any kind of mail because of how I set the address at the end. This year has been kind good job, did some poetry and prose on a small intimate stage in a place called the Hotel Utah. Next year The Fillmore, I know its spelled wrong. Getting late and I’m leaving the City for a day or two. So folks stay alive, breathing, thinking, loving, and evolving and be aware always be aware. PS If you get this column later its because there other things to do plus rushing to my mother’s home for the holiday tonight. An hope to travel abroad in 2003. Please send donations to For Joe only my snail mail: Email: askjoe@poormagazine.org |