It's almost midnight and earlier today I smoked some "Aghani Diesel," which is a "brand" of marijuana that has a pleasant, fresh taste and a good, long high. It's expensive, so I can't get used to it, but it was nice to try something new and refined. I also got a chance to be with my girlfriend in the evening, which was wonderful. Very good kissers, we are.
I got an email tonight from a comrade in New York City, about J. Quinn Brisben being ill with some sort of heart trouble. Quinn lives in Chicago, but most of my contact with the Socialist Party is through David McReynolds, and he let me know. It's impossible to relate how special Quinn and Andrea are to me. And Quinn is my hero, a hard-working activist and insanely eloquent and fascinating human being. He stands for Every Good Thing in the world, and I would love to have him on this Earth for another 20 years or more. So I'm sending healing vibes to the man who once smuggled condoms into the Soviet Union, and has been arrested at countless protests advocating for better services for the mentally and physically disabled. I'll send my little card out in the morning, for what it's worth. I wish I could visit him so bad it aches, but he would understand my not having the money. If I had money I wouldn't be a socialist. Oh, how droll.
Anyway, I love you Quinn and Andrea. Working with you back in 1992 was one of the best experiences of my life.
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