Dearly Belaboured,
It has occurred to me that I'm spending most of nine hours
five days of seven (more or less)
these past twenty years
in the middle of
freakin' Golden Gate Park...
in a windowless concrete bunker...
What gives with that, anyway?
Ever your servant,
Purple XXXXX
Post Script:
Kindly eat this photo when you are done lookin' at it
so I don't get in trouble showing you all
this restricted super secret top security corner
of the M. H. deYoung Memorial Bat Cave.
The secretary will disavow any knowledge of my actions.
Number 6
