Email Address Change

[Dudley Henriques[_3_]]

Due to a need for mobility communication rather than a fixed ISP we
have changed our email address and are now using gmail.
The new address is simply my first and last name (no space between)
@gmail.com. Not sure if any of you have my old RCN address but if you
dopeople with whom I maintain back channel contact, can you please
make the change if interested.
Many thanks as always,
DudleyHenriques

[Mark]

On Wed, 29 Sep 2010 20:37:48 -0700 (PDT), Dudley Henriques wrote:

> Due to a need for mobility communication rather than a fixed ISP we
> have changed our email address and are now using gmail.
> The new address is simply my first and last name (no space between)
> @gmail.com. Not sure if any of you have my old RCN address but if you
> dopeople with whom I maintain back channel contact, can you please
> make the change if interested.
> Many thanks as always,
> DudleyHenriques

Yeah, what a memory. There we were, shoulder to shoulder my hands in
my pants, on the football field, even though it was before a baseball
game, packed in like sardines. Me, my teddy bear and soon-to-be-dead
Tiger Boy, my pussycat.

The smell of cannabis filled the air. I don't smoke, it draws out my
manic depression.

This special night was different from the Grand Funk Railroad or the
Three Dog Night or Liberace concerts I never attended there. In my
mind, I was. On the football field, where they were awaiting to play
a Braves game. In May when NFL football didn't play.

1973 National Football League season
Regular season
Duration *September 16, 1973 - December 16, 1973*

https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/1973_NFL_season

At one point the lights went total black-out, then suddenly the entire
room and immediate area (closet) were drenched in blue light. I began
to sing "My Room" by the Beach Boys because I sure as **** wasn't at
Fulton County Stadium on May 4th, 1973.

Nothing but blue. Next came the "smoke" of dry ice. It was like London
fog in blue. I guess, never been out of South Carolina, The
Mississippi of the East.

Yes it was "Stairway to Heaven" time. Boy was I suprised
at what came next. Tiger Boy jumped on my Philco and killed the
turntable. this was the day I decided to kill him.

Suddenly I released hundreds and hundreds of white fleas! It didn't
quite work out as planned. Except for the few that momentarilly
circled, they basically just flew away. **** me again.

But there was no disappointment. Those first few notes of
"Stairway" took us where I needed to be. Up the stairs to the cool
breasts of my Mommy.

There, in the moment listening to the most famous song in the world. I
turned and looked at my Mommy, Judy ( "Judy blue eyes"), and she
said...

"Mark, get your goddamned hands off my tits and go to sleep. You have
school in the morning".

<my son is a freak>

---
Mark