Letter #4 A Different Station

Bizzywig | February 6, 2009

    My Dear Friend,  Calamity!     “I was thinking about the Piccalilli in my underwear.” I can hardly bear myself to tell you of the horrors that have befallen me since last I put pen to paper, or finger to laptop. If you recall, my companions and I were stranded at the station [...]

Letter #3 At the Station

Bizzywig | February 2, 2009

  My Dear Friend,    At last we made it to the station.    “I believe it was called Jazz.”   I was struck, upon our arrival, by the queer uniformity of modern youth. There, at the station, was a miserable-looking chap, almost entirely identical to the miserable-looking chap who we’d seen at the bus [...]