Notes from above ground page 2

Dear Sir, Well our prayers have finally been answered, and the earth is beginning to thaw. The incessant rain has been a help as well as a hindrance. It is now much easier to dig, but it fills up with water, which in turn causes the walls to crumble. So everything is unstable. Such is life. I have my hopes up about being invited to the Horsemen’s Ball next week. Let the chips fall as they may though, I always say. Poor Douglas has had an awful time adapting. I don’t know why he didn’t get pants with a zipper fly. Well it's just as well he can't have any kids. They would all probably end up as dumb as a mud fence. Can't help but feel sorry for the poor soul though. They are bringing in some sort of therapist La De DA in an attempt to break through to some of us. Fat chance!! There was a woman here admitted last week who had had one of those silicone implants, well Dow Corning, who makes these implants it turns out also make those plastic explosives like we used in Nam. To make a long story short, the shipment got mixed up and her plastic surgeon didn't notice the difference. Well it turns out she was one of those high paid strippers and wouldn't you know it right in the middle of her act where she gets the tassels to go different directions, hear tell, she really had them going, and it really was spectacular, but she was not used to their new size and weight and she lost her balance and careened around the stage like a drunken sykorsky helicopter until she bumped into a pole which caused a chain reaction and damned if both her tits didn't explode. The psychological damage has been horrendous.. They say it will be years of therapy to regain one iota of self-esteem. She just quivers and sobs, poor dear. Well nobody can hardly sleep because of her constant wailing’s. Write when you get work... truly yours,