EIGHTY-NINE
Dear Swanbitch,
I keep hearing that you are going to catch me. What a laugh! I laughed myself silly when you stood up there totally clueless, claiming that you’re on the right track. Pitiful.
Grand work that last job. Gave the lady no time to squeal. How can you catch me now?
I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me again and my funny little games.
The next job I might clip the ladies ears off and send them to you, just for jolly, wouldn’t you?
You don’t need to keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, you should release it now, no need to wait till your next pathetic press briefing.
I want to get to work right away if I get a chance.
Good luck
Yours truly
TMK
You know what that means, don’t mind you giving my trade name.
PS Wasn’t go
