10-10-10

Letter to Mr Ramone James:

Dear Ram,

Woke up at 10am this morning in Brooklyn. A bus driver shook me awake. I stumbled out onto the street in front of a plus size vintage resale store. Interesting people there. Sort of a body lovin place. Under normal circumstances I'd fit right in, but things are not normal for me today. There seems to be a number of hours missing after a night that was supposed to start with Absinthe tasting. For starters I was nowhere near New York when it all began. Absinthe is awesome but very likely not responsible for my current situation...the story would be better if that was it.

 
I believe it was supposed to be a rather timid evening. Coffee with friends, I'm not certain which ones or that I actually got there but I remember heading out to my car around sundown. It was an impressive fall sunset and I stopped to drink it in. The pink lights filtered through bruised clouds over a strip mall parking lot. A parking lot very far from Brooklyn. Ah well, I need to get to the point.

Being very unfamiliar with most of the eastern part of the country, my current location is perplexing. I seem neither molested nor divested of property.  I have my favorite flannel jacket and my Nikes on. My favorite traveling bag has a variety of odds and ends, postage, bags of pizzells to nibble on, a change of undies, etc. There must have been some kind of plan when this all started. I have a modest amount of cash in my wallet, an iPod and my Sony mp3 player, and my cell phone. What I don't have is my phone charger and I can't seem to remember the pin to my debit card. Being Sunday this means I will have to wait until the banks are open and find a place to buy a charger for my prehistoric cell.

To alleviate my anxiety I am writing you this letter.Your address I can remember after years of daily missives.  I walked most of the day looking for a map. NYC is more complicated than I can wrap my head around. I just want somebody to know where I've turned up but things are okay at this point. Enclosed is a key to my place. See if you can find the pin top my debit card. Its in the little green notebook at the back of the bottom desk drawer. Text me the number and I'll get it when I find a charger for my cell.. I'll call you when I can.

Legs are sore. Off to look for a mail drop and an reasonable place to spend the evening. If you get this you'll know I found at least one of the things I was hunting.

Regards,
Billie Fremont