dear thanks for your letter sounds like you re living the way you wanted and that makes me smile no i hadn t heard bjorn borg retired thank god one of us has a finger on a sporting pulse no records left to collect your complaint borg brolin and an unknown tennis trainer released something recently no doubt your contacts in the stockholm underworld can source that gem got back the other day to find the pub on the corner had been burnt down a dark london street story that i won t burden you with now determined as i am to write you some life affirming shit and not drag you on a regular trawl through the night seas to see what crawls yet i know they re casting their lots to see who can get the old pubs s lease and turn it into more luxury flats brick by brick the infiltration has begun i feel moved enough to take a spray can in hand and step to the boarding but as yet i can t think of anything witty or on point enough to be up there yet the drunkards still own the park d s still there in your old flat making beats and still owns the night while this street can still shape shift and make you quicken your pace on a late night return so i suppose we still have time but make no mistake my friend i m sure some barricade somewhere has started its calling i m so sorry we missed each other when you last came to town i heard from ende you sat with her telling stories for three hours while she put some extensions in a client s hair she told me about cuba cigars and sacred drums of arguments in bars dante the color of christ and the only true poet the south china seas remembered fa yung the buddhist master how can we obtain truth through words when she quoted your immature writers plagiarize mature writers steal i was back in a bar in new york lower east side when you shouted that at maybe it was yourself maybe i wasn t there maybe it s slipped down between the years my memory isn t exactly all that now but my friend you definitely have a convert there if you ever need your hair braided and i know that s a long shot then she s your girl as my man scratch or maybe it was rakim or monk or more probable all of them at some stage said you gotta check the new style i m assuming you are still running an old testament blades to hair ratio and it hasn t fallen rudely out on you if that s the scenario then my sincerest apologies saw mr brennan in the holloway road yesterday walked past with a bag of potatoes on his shoulders i didn t stop him he wouldn t have had a clue who the hell i was he didn t back then even when we d used to spend months sleeping on his sofa explaining every morning which one of his son s friends we were well i guess that s the price you pay for any more than six children in the holloway road area i think of you often and hope we see each other as soon as is possible until such time may the winds be at your back the dice be kind and the gods turn the occasional blind eye sincerely yours beyond the clouds beyond the son the rebel without a cause