To: gus@comet.net
Subject: concerning how you got me evicted from yet another house

hey the pus. sara poiron speaking. you remember me, don't you? i am the one you were eavesdropping on whilst you were pretending to be asleep in the peggers car, along with the pegger in malvern. the conversation you quoted in your big fun in philadelphia musing did not include you. as far as i knew you were asleep. I was discussing what was going on in my life at that time and it was not meant for you to display for the whole world on the internet. furthermore, i feel that you slandered me in that text. not that that surprises me, and not that you care{which i feel at this point it is safe to assume}admitted psociopath that you are... so whatever. write what you will about me. i have however taken issue with the fact that you quoted parts of a letter i was discussing with jessika and johnny boom boom mancini not you {you were acting like you were fucking asleep so how was i to know i had to specifically request"gus please don't put this in the musings" and the adressee of that letter discovered that the contents of that letter are now on the web and has threatened to render me homeless unless it is removed.so i am asking you to remove that since not only was it never for you to listen to to begin with, but if you don't i will have nowhere to live. please recall the many occasions you practically lived rent free at my home and save me from this fate.

i would also appreciate it if you would delete the references about my being delighted about having two boyfriends {which was untrue}

i thought that you knew a certain friend of mine named kristen, but as it turns out, that kristen knw a different the gus a few years back who had a checkered past and also had long dark hair and painted pictures and had gotten kicked out of some expensive college somewhere. oh bondage, up yours!

anyhoo, there are not one, but 2 the gus's out there. what do you think about that? Big Fun is alive and kicking, whether or not you believe it. Last week, while wandering around with justin{the one who painted all of those murals at the warehouse i used to live at, I discovered a new kind of tussin. The only active ingrediant was dextromethorphan hybromibe, and it was the 15 mg variety. the beauty of this tussin however was that it was marketed for children and tastes like raspberries, the enabling the prospective tusser to down as much as is required for a momentous tussin experience and it won't taste like poop and the won't have to worry about guafinesin{someone should inform snackfood fart aka matthew hart about this.}making them vomit.so after i discovered the stuff i began plotting my next tussin adventurewith jessika and the justin. the three of us comprise some bizarre sort of mutable grand square. you would be fascinated by justin.he is a person unlike any other i have ever encountered. he can down tussin which he refers to as cough syrup faster than anyone i know. his average dosage is a 12 oz bottle of the 15 mg sort. he has no slimy aspects to his personality at all. virgo moon in libra he also has no emotions at all and is considered by mostly everyone to be psychotic. He is a kindred big fun soul though. SO. On the day of the tussing I realized that in order to get the good new kind I would have to go all the way to south st to get it because that was the only place I knew of to find it. I didn't want to go to all that trouble if i didn't absolutely have to so i decided to check the thriftway up the road from my house where i found not what i was looking for but something even better. a box of "drixoral cough" gelcaps. 10 in the box, 30 mg per tsp, each gelcap worth 2 and a half tsps. i bought that instead. 2 boxes one for me, one for the jes.justin drank his up yummm what ensued was a night i am now to weary to describe in graphic detail so i'll offer up a few of the highlights. it was a classic big fun experience. the spirit of big fun is alive and kicking and ready as ever to "fuck shit up". a bit of vomit,hardcore tussing like never before, tree climbing, stealing the golden fleece{an experience which caused justin to tell jes and i man, you guys are a bunch of pussies!} breaking into abandone structues, secret society meetings, oil refineries , and bad neighborhoods, college students accusing us of being on acid{no, we're on electricity!} and much more. maybe you can find time out from your obligations to jen fairiello to come see for yourself that there is still big fun to be had. but i have the sneaking suspicion that you believe that its big funs job to come to you. that is a shame.have fun with gay snably, the aforementioned jen and yer butt.

sarapoiron