8.27.3

Okay, so, yesterday, it was 100 degrees with a heat index of 108 degrees-that means it felt like it was 108 degrees. Today, it was 101 degrees with a heat index of 112 degrees.

Meanwhile, I look at Boston and, oh, it's f**king 77 degrees?!? f**king 77 degrees! That's perfect sex outdoors or sex right out of the shower weather. I'd f**king kill for that weather!

I can only think of you-all of my Boston based friends-in the words of Ezra Pound to T.S. Eliot upon the publication of Wasteland---"Congradulati, you bitch! I am racked with the seven envies."

Due to the continuous heat in Saint Louis, I've finally been forced to switch from beer to water, and from cologne to showering. I've also finally taken to switching out of those shorts I've been wearing since I got here. Yes, my hygine goes to s**t when I'm away at school...

Later,

Joseph C. C. Vee

PS-the two c's in my name both stand for...Cydonia!!!

PPS-Tonight, Mars is the closest its been to earth in 68,000 years. Do yourself a favor and look up, you won't have another chance to see this in your life time.

PPPS-As soon as I have time, I'll write to each of you individually and in graphic detail-for those who so desire. Until then, I am book bound. Take it easy.