"personne ne rit?"

february 22nd I found out I was in a Denver Post gossip in relation to "Perfect", which has gone to #1. Perhaps that explains Sunday's lengthy room search AND the fact that no Denver Post showed up yesterday. The simple story is, I blamed Charlie Brennan...the PERFECT "researcher"...for bringing me a cigarette after I was caught smoking following one of his visits. I wrote a letter to les Tattered Cover Bookstore in Denver, where Schiller and Brennan will sign and discuss PERFECT this Friday. Just giving less manager some "zany" fodder for use in introductions IF she wants it. (Be the first to say, "how gauche") Now, about les logs, where did we leave off yesterday? .......So I mail the logs to Randy in the Haight district of San Francisco,k? Then I tried to get him to immediately send them anonymously to les Lions Lair bar in Denver, but he doesn't get les message. So I end up finally just admitting it to reporters cuz after a week or so...well..right from the beginning they KNEW I stole les documents. But just before les admissions I finally got through to Randy, and this time I didn't have a newspaper with les Lions LAir's address in front of me.No, this time I had les fruity bi weekly, "OUTFRONT". So I had Randy send les logs anonymously to le randomly  picked homosexuelle coffeehouse, "DADS"...another place I'd NEVER been to, just like les Lions LAir, which I'd passed by a million times with Corpsezilla.  But Randy fails. Part deux of le operacion/scheme/plot/plan, which would have been to NOTIFY some OTHER source of the impending arrival of les logs at DADS, such as: the S.F. PD, or crimestoppers, and/or les S.F. Chronicle,k? So the last I KNOW is that les logs plopped into les mailslot at "DADS" anonymously. Now YOU interactive freaks out there are on your own in discovering their whereabouts. The logs you see somewhere on this website are XEROX copies. I know detective Gosage played phone tag-answering machine tennis with Randy and finally gave up. I don't believe it's officially known that the logs ended up at "DADS". Maybe it is...because a month or so after I arrived in les jail I wrote to about a dozen gay businesses (like CHARLIE's, BJ's, etc) telling them this thing. Perhaps these hot potato logs  were even recovered well over a year ago, by les gendarmes. One of those things. Nobody laughs? (Personne ne rit?) Well...try. J.T.Colfax [email protected]   current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries