I don't have a printer honey, but I have been doing leg lifts in bed alla Pilates whom was mentioned by Jesus side in MARK III. The Pill comes late, and that is why he is called Pilates. PILLate.

Anyways, Kristen, you get a girl of mine named after you, thanks for trying to help me have kids. I walked by Casanova restaurant today in Brooklyn and thought of you (CASA NOVA house of nine), went to a pool hall, as soon as I pull in, well actually I walked across the bridge into Brooklyn from Queens, and while I was on the bridge, 13 cop cars drove by, the first one was black and they were lights on bookin. It was cool. Then there was 4 MTA subway clean up cars driving together telling me to take the subway back, they knew I was coming. And then something really weird happened. I had pretty much admitted on the internet that I had gone to this particular pool hall in booty shorts under my jeans, had gone up to the biggest POlish ganster of the 50 members of the gang and started sscreaming at him for beating up my friends, and putting them into the hospital. I had a pool stick in my hands a 21 ouncer, and I began to get surrounded, and then the other members of the gang that I had taught the secrets of life to came around and they said, hey that is Coach, you back in town? And it broke up, promising to leave my friends alone whom I had also schooled to be patriarchs. I said look I didn't teach you all the secrets of life to shit down other peoples throats.

I did have one guy with me but he had been hit by a car when he was 8 and he couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. I had been missing a year upstate NY where I met you when I met you, and when I came back to town my friends had been beat up in short order. So I went there, much to my chagrin their pack had grown in numbers tremendously. So, I was really screwed but I was hoping on the Karma thing.

Anyways so I walk into the pool hall tonight, and there is a SOuth Park episode where the gang is surrounded by a pack of gang members, and one of the gang members says to CARTMAN, hey, aren't you CARTMAN, the guy that beat up 30 gang members on a skateboard, and CARTMAN says, what you heard about that too?

So I am there, in total disbelief. People hate me but they love me for my balls, and then I warred on the jute box with them, the pool managers, and they fuckded me up a bit, but i came out smelling like a rose playing a series of songs that put them all in their place, they don't know shit about good music, leave it to the professionals. I think the one that sealed the deal was HYPNOTIZE by AUDIO SLAVE, that bombed them back to the stone age.

And, then I was blessed again by KARMA last night, after I felt betrayed and cried inside without a sob a heave, or a tear, or a moan, I was just so pissed at the legnth of the lies to make me even less of a man, so as to put me in my place, and then "by accident" an old friend came by and he for some reason said about doing leg lifts, alla PIlates, and he asked me what about what I had been reading, to see if I knew about the heavens, and i said, Yeah God may have created everything, but god isn't that active, and Jesus, well, he left, and he hasn't done anything since he left, but Paul, I said, the Holy Ghost is the thing that saves this planet, and the Holy Ghost is everything. Take that from an agnostic.

He looked at me got out of the car and kept talking about the "leg lifts" he was doing and, I had seen earlier in the day a woman walking with her leg out to the side, and crippled, and there was a woman from the Boston Fine Arts museum, named SUSAN WARD, ward meaning invalid, and Susan is the name for a female Jesus. So a female Jesus in a wheel chair?

Then just know I did Pilates in bed, for when you lie down, the feet angle out, and this is how the hips get misaligned.

Paul upon leaving off, said you know I have been a fireman for 4 years now.

I said yeah I saw the shirt and the window decal, good job man I hear you are getting married, and then I said yeah, talk about the Holy Ghost, the firemen saved my ass all winter.

he gave me one more clue, and then he had to go to a poker game, whihc I declined, I never play poker, but I told him a good psychological strategy to win, unawares at the time he gave me the winning hand, when all I had was the famed dead man's hand of the cowboy in the west that was shot down where he sat and lay their in the saw dust floor leaking bad blood.