Hugo
December 17, 1995
Dearest Charley,Don't be jealous, but I am, at present, having a passionate and loving relationship with a bag of ice. The punches I received from a disgruntled underwear model with no sense of humor have morphed into from a slight abrasion into a wonderful purple and black half-circle under my eye. the color reminds me of that hideous dress your Aunt Sylvie always wore on Passover.Various and sundry customers, including several of my friends who should know better than to taunt me when I can deal the dirt on their tawdry asses, made so many pithy comments about my "lovely eye shadow" that I ended up playing Tom Cruise (circa "Risky Business") for the day and put on a pair of your old Ray-Bans.Brilliant move. After bumping into the counter and chairs all afternoon, I now have bruises on my hips and what's rapidly becoming a permanent crease in my right shin.The coffee house looks quite beautiful, my love. I set the stained glass window that we bought from Lianna, the round one with the dove, right in the ceiling where you wanted it. When the sun comes up and shines through it, the room just fills up with all the greens and reds, whites and blues. It's breath-taking! Even on the day that I haven't scheduled myself to open, I come in and sit, just to see it and think of you.Andrew and Eric, remember them? They're moving in together after two and a half years, and, while I'm not one to pass judgment, I don't think it's a good idea. You know how Eric keeps secrets...Allen Ginsberg once said that a person should have no secrets. that you should tell everybody everything!Good words to live by.I love you baby. Wish you could see the window.
