"so close
to landing"
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june 8th
Recieved word from the temoprary grave. STOP. AL LAUGHLIN
is STILL at the prision reception center in Denver. STOP. Very
unusual to languish there for so long. STOP.
Did he mention an interesting thing? STOP. Why, yes, as
a matter of fact he did. STOP.
(Morty the mortuary pie giggling on a shelf somewhere over this item.)
And the envelope please...written real small at the end of his note
he writes:
"Oh, my friend Gully, who
used to work at the Fox Theatre as a bouncer, and who was at that party
near Ramsillica blew his head off in Houston. First shot his wife."
So now we have someone placed very near the Ramsey house ON the night
in question who LATER did actually go on to commit murder and suicide.
"Your Honor, I rest my case--the Ramsey's can't be proven guilty so gimme
gimme gimme some MUNNAYYY.
I told you ALL ALONG jameson. (Eh eh eh).
Whatever.
But if anyone is interested in that sort of reasoning I'm sure you can
find mention of it if you scan the Houston papers of probably April '99.
There was a small mention of it in WESTWORD's Backbeat/Feedback column
by M. Roberts in maybe early May '99--but I didn't know he was a THE PARTY
so it passed by without memory much.
Digg you nutz, digg!
Beyond that Al wrote that he was mailing the letter he sent me on May
17th--but it didn't get postmarked 'till June 4th. He said it was
the first envelope he'd gotted ahold of the whole time. He really
is languishing in a place of bizzarre restrictions not at all commensurate
with his crime.
What else. Oh--here's a real knee slapper. James Jones my
neithbor/molestar asked me to get Al to make an autograph for his stepdaughter--you
know--the one he pled guilty to molesting. Les wheels on les bus.....
J.T.Colfax
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