Oh the memories.
Sounds like some folk song that Ken McLeod would sing back in the cold winter steelhead season days, in the live movie theater trailer for INSIDE LLEWNY DAVIS.
Back when I ran into him again just after my mormon mission to Italy. Where he was living with his hippie chick, and her cat, in a little wooden love shack; located just over from north Seattle's walled off brick mansions in the HIGHLANDS.
Think Kent meets Ken Keisler on Day Island in Tacoma. In memory of my old film school buddy Ken Kemp.
Talk about Fonky Town, USA.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER.
PS JIM CARREY: Last night I dreamed that you were really into Washington State's rediculous and over the top [Covidism] fishing rules and regulations.
Better get your lilly white ass up here while the getting is still good my friend. And the money is still good too; so what, half of my wives don't agree with me on anything either.
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