Oh, thank you so much for that, Davilyn.
I will be working my way up to Ottawa to hide out at Allan Wing’s house, eating Carp ice cream mostly when I get to his place (Allan’s apparently wild about this shit, so I’ll play along), but I’m going to need to establish a sort of underground railroad to make overnight stops along the way.
Would you have any objection to me crashing at your true blue CT estate, with the opportunity to strap your well-trained, 42 lb mongrel rescue dog to my chest once I get there?
Please let me know, but don’t put your address here. I’m being watched.
Just send the mongrel dog to my place in NYC with one of those St. Bernard barrel things around his neck and stuff a note in it with directions to the estate.
Thanks again, Davilyn.
And, just one last question: your name, are you between genders? Were David now moving to a true blue Marilyn? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
See you soon.
P.S. Don’t forget, never write your address here. Send the barrel-packing dog.