02.06.2019
Mr. Davis:
It has been a long time
since scores of government spies watched me send faxes at the South Grand
FedEx. I was suffering from a “mental illness” for sure by suggesting Caroline
Kennedy and Wendy Davis team up to run for president and thereby shut up all
liberal females in the land. Upon return to St. Louis—I won’t do that
again—someone stole those documents at the deluxe Civic Center bus hut, I
allege. It was either there or at the whore hotel where I was silly enough to
leave the bag unattended.
Last night, I met a Fox
reporter on Central Ave. After calling your assignment editor Joe and being
reminded the murder trial is Rocky’s story, the joke is:
“I’m looking for her on
the wrong website.”
New with the crew in NY?
My Internet connection is so bad, why even look if she wants me to buy a drink
at the Train Wreck Saloon at Westport Plaza? “I am not like those old bosses in
The Big Apple,” I’d say. You paid for it? That would be the case with sex
traffickers in Marlborough, MO. Sorry I mentioned it to the PA’s office before
Bob McCulloch lost by way too much. Any Ru rigging? That I would not know—yet.
I’m,
William Hughes
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