MY SECRET NO.1 BENCH DOWN IN THE VILLAGE

THE VILLAGE VOICE had to die in order to hand the keys over to the less political psycho urban weekly in Seattle called  THE STRANGER.
Talk about Jesus coming as a thief in the night.
Ergo, I too had to move DRUDGE down the memorial bench a few seats because the hour is late, and it's past time to stop fooling around.

Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSPAPER

PS BRUCE: I will be getting a P.O. BOX number down in the village that is large enough to handle hard copy screenplays, 100 page legal Hollywood contracts, and all of those big checks coming in via certified legal size envelopes that require my signature in person at the counter.