Jesus Christ. John van Tiel never gave me any frigging chocolate. No cheese either. I never signed up for the Friday night pizza, so I practically starved. Maggie didn't do A FUCKING THING ALL WEEKEND! Mags and Bri were downright cold and hostile. Ashara made me sleep in the bathroom, again. People kept going all night. Especially Wally. Man that guy can pee. Les Ross sings like a fallen woman. There are NO LIQUOR STORES ANYWHERE NEAR HERE!!! Sal's got a maaaaaaaaaaaajor attitude. The church in Newburyport has taken out a restraining order. Alison has not worn any clothing all weekend, much to the dismay of the FOJ/FOD (Friends of Joni/Friends of Dorothy.) Kakki had a hair-pulling fight with Jimmy, of all people. We haven't eaten in days. Not even a crust of bread. Nothing but Joni Mitchell shit from dawn to dusk and back again. Really. And worst of all, that BITCH, Joni Mitchell, didn't even SHOW!!! I drove an hour for this????????????? And worst of all, Marcel looks just l! ik! e Bill Clinton. Just had to speak up. All the best, --Bob NP: A fucking dulcimer
