excerpts from a letter from Jay:

Howdy Geof-

Looks like you'll get back in time to see the fall of Nixon. But wear
your long undies. We're all gonna be cold for a while. The Pres needs
fuel to fly around between his real estate developments, so us peasants
gotta shiver.

...

Our most recent bust came at the end of a drunken evening. We had roared
to a local bar and swaggered about threatening the patrons and smashing
furniture. We tried to burn the place down but it was all too
beer-soaked to light, so we settled for kicking in a wall and throwing
empty glasses and pitchers at passing people.

Eventually we came to quarreling amongst ourselves and decided to split.
On the way home Louie and I crashed our bikes into each other. The cops
came, but we all gave them different lies about what happened, so they
got confused and left. They're so dumb.

Our upstairs tenant Steve decided to move out and two friends of his,
Nick and Pat, wanted to move in. Nick was an old killer-rapist-junkie
friend of the Tunas with a nice chopper. Pat was just a dumb crazy
junkie. I lied and told them someone else wanted the place already. So
they got an apartment elsewhere.

A month later Pat blew Nick's head off with a sawed-off shotgun in their
apartment. In making his getaway, Pat shot a few cops, blasting the leg
off one. They shot him in the head twice and he said, "I want my rights.
I want a lawyer." Which was the most intelligent thing anyone can
remember him ever saying. Just shows you how you can improve your mind
with a little initiative.

My own mind is slowly rotting with too much TV. At least the damn thing
is dying, and when it goes I'll probably be too far gone to fix it.