True Love

Dear Henry Rollins,

I've loved you from afar for many a year. Your acerbic wit and humor have warmed the cockles of my heart. I even loved you when I heard your "Can't get behind that" with William Shatner awhile back. Your neck entrances me with its sheer width, but I'm convinced that is the source of your power, thator your punk-attitude, either or is fine in my books.

So in conclusion Mr. Rollins, tomorrow night when I am sitting up in Convocation Hall listening to your Spoken Word Tour, please wink at me, or call me to your dressing room after the show. I will provide sufficient gawking and assurance of your utter greatness. No really, I will. We are meant to be, if only for a moment.

obsessively yours,
Laura.