Amanda Faith Monesson
XXXX Green Valley Road
Jackson, New Jersey 08527

Dear Amanda,
 
 

After you left, we just stayed up and hung out all night. I took a shower in the morning and then we headed into New York. We walked down to Washington Square Park and finding it mostly empty, we headed over to Saint Mark's. Along the way we picked up a New York Press, stopped in a Macdonald's, and ate as we looked over the paper. We found very little to do that was inexpensive... mostly seeing unknown blues bands, so we decided it was between the ball and RWAG (which was really GWAR). We browsed around a bit, ran into my friend Liz who works in IAN's (where I replaced my eyeball ring), then ran into my friend Kevin who was hanging out with a couple of other squatters. We hung out with them and joined them on a journey down Saint Mark's to Avenue A. We then ventured into the pizza shop at the corner of Saint Mark's and Avenue A and were treated to free soda and pizza by an Oriental Christian priest who has very long head, a very long beard, a very long mustache, white robes, a leatherbound bible, and no shoes. We had to endure some of his preaching, but it was worth it for the free food. He then treated up to pot which Marc and I elected not to smoke. We hung out with them in Thompson Square Park for a while and then went browsing around again. We decided rto go see the ball, but around half way up town, we changed our minds and headed back down again and headed over to CBGB's. We ran into my friend Sandy, walked around with her, then left her at CBGB's to do whatever she needed to do for the show. We then walked around and browsed for a bit. I bought myself a bagel, and eventually we headed back to CBGB's where we ran into Sandy's friend Scott and his friend Will. We hung out with them. Someone came by handing out Christian Literature. I read it and then began asking around for matchs. He comes by and asks me what I thought of his booklet. I asked him if he had matchs. He asked me if I wanted to burn the book. I confirmed it. He asked me if I believed in God. I turned my back to him and showed him the Baphomet on my jacket. He asked me if that was what I believed in. I verified that I believed in LeVey's Satanism. We get into a big religious debate in which I had the full crowd support as I tore him to pieces. Eventually he gives up, leaving me with the last word. I resume my search for matchs, and upon being supplied with a lighter, find that it won't burn, so I start searching for hairspray. I never found the hairspray, but eventually we got it to burn. We then go in and pay the $15 cover fee. First up was Karen Black, who put on a very strange performance involving a lot of body paint and very little clothing. Then was some unknown punk band that sucked. Then was Lunachicks, who were pretty good and had a nice pit going. Then was RAWG (really GWAR)... they started with a comment about Jesus (obviously due to my performance earlier) and then did several songs, while some skin head and some Charles Manson look alikes acted like dicks towards the front of the stage. After the oncore (sp?), GWAR left pissed off... Sandy was pissed because they were pissed and she went home. Scott and Will were also headed home. I was not planning on joining them, but Marc was worn out... actually I still wasn't planning on joining them... They asked us to walk with them to the train station... I told them the trains weren't running and they contradicted me... then I said we had no way home from the train station, where Scott volunteered information that he had a car (as if offering to drive)... so I gave in and we went with them. We were later informed that this was not an offer and we would have to wait till morning if we wanted a ride from them... we were then informed that we not welcome at Will's house and we would have no were to stay, so we didn't go with them when they left Newark toward's Westfield and we were alone in Newark Penn Station for the next several hours... then we finally got a train to Elizabeth and had to walk home from there since the buses were not running... We finally got home around 11 a.m. and then I took a shower and Marc fell asleep on my bed. I then fell asleep on the sofa in the den. When we woke up I had Marc write Chapter 4 in "Life Sucks and then Your Killed by a Kamakazi from Outer Space". I then wrote Chapter 5. My mother drove him home the next morning. Along the way back from Marc's house, we stopped at a Burger King and then at Woodbridge Center (which is not even in Woodbridge, if memory surves me right). I browsed for awhile and then we came home. I have done pretty much nothing since then... just sleep, eat, watch TV, listen to music, play "Jill of the Jungle" on my computer, and fool with my bass (no, I don't have a pet fish).

I believe the terms "too weird" and "too honest" are both self-referentially inconsistant statements and should therefore never be used.

I am including a copy of the current MS for "Life Sucks..." in hopes that you should choose to write a chapter (of about one or two pages (give or take a bit)). Marie is also invited to write a chapter. If either or both of you choose to write chapters, please return them A.S.A.P. so that nobody else writes the same chapter and makes me have to choose between the two or edit them together to make them fit.

I guess this is everything for now... don't want the post office to eat up too much of my money on postage and running out of things to say anyways.
 
 

Yours truly,

Brian Matthew Kessler