“Dearest Woosters,

I understand that
your organization is organizing an organized Art event in Detroit. In which I
was was not invited. So there I sat in my graphics studio (that’s right I gotta
a whole seperate art studio) on the Eight floor of a Historic Local Downtown
office Building, where i have fixed one end of a rope to the Largest Standard
issue Computer Desk Chair in Plain Site, and tied the other, into a knoose. I
had tightened the hang men’s knot firmly around my neck, and was crouched in the
window with warm upward draft drying my tears, when suddenly the phone rang. I
was so startled, I slipped from my Perch, and began my descent into oblivion
when I stopped abruptly. I found myself hanging upside down, my foot had become
entangled in something. I hadn’t realized, but when I had risen the Antique
blinds, the cord spooled on the window and saved my life, almost. Thankfully,
hours later, the office cleaning, had was making her nightly rounds when she
discovered me, she managed to pull me to safety. Luckily, I knew enough spanish
to explain to her that I was not suicidal, and that I just owed a vast amount of
money to the wrong people, she agreed not to tell anyone.  Later on that night I
awoke under my desk, it had dawned on me that I had never showed you (the
organization) any of gallery type artwork, only fresh street stuff, so I decided
to send you a couple of Jpegs,

Sincerely,

The White
Rabbit

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