Dear Mr. Rollins,
It’s been a while since we’ve talked, I know. It’s been a hellish month for me, but I’m here now. Have no fear.
I saw you on the repeat of “The Drug Years” today on VH1. I must commend you on your disgust for drugs. It’s refreshing to see a man of your reputation tell it how it is.
I do have one request for you though: could you please stop kicking so much proverbial ass? My boyfriend is starting to get concerned. He’s terrified that one day he will wake up to find that I have packed my bags and headed to Hollywood in search of you. Of course, this will never happen because that is kind of too stalker-ish and pretty creepy. Plus, I’m really sort of lazy, which I know you abhor. I guess it will never really be, but this small town gal can dream, can’t she?
Before I go, I would like to tell you thank you for introducing me to Gogol Bordello. I saw them on your show on IFC and immediately downloaded their albums. They are, indeed, too kick ass for words. You never disappoint me…..
I must be off now. Good luck and we’ll talk soon.
Ernie-bot
