An email I recieved:
From: N.
Date: Friday, September 21, 2001 9:38 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Guestbook marking
John Powers,
I saw my first and only red haired cooter at Swan Point, at dusk, worried
about the tales of loose dogs after dark, and the insane wandering over from
Butlers Hospital. She was all Calvin Klein jeans, no underware, and a
borderline personality disorder. Sweet, sweet days.
I have crawled around under the underpass close to the courthouse,
wandered in the tunnels beneath Brown University (fuckin' hot as shit).
Drank from the fountain on Benefit Street (duped into drinking from it by a
daughter of Georgia), whose lore states that a taste and you will meet your
demise in the city of Providence. Got drunk on the roof of the Biltmore. Is
Buddy really living there? Made Amy Carter enchiladas, once. Made Kristen
Hersh fajitas, often.
I watched new years eve fireworks from the only widows watch on Wickenden
Street.
I had my apartment broken into twice.
I had a gun shot off beside my head once.
I was shot at once.
I ate at Pham Phem once a week.
There was a attemped mugging (two guys and a Coke can on Hope street, then
came out of the bushes at Moses Brown, it was more of a joke than anything)
One heartbreak.
sincerely,
-N
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However serious muggings and gun shots have never touched me.
You know Providence, you've lived Providence and if lore is correct, you will someday return.
Let me know when you do... Yourself, Jen and I,
can drink a coffee overlooking Thayer Street
Well... as long as it's not at Starbucks.
Sincerly,
johnpowers
