EVERY LETTER ANSWERED, IN ORDER, BY ME
WRITE TO REGGIE
I read everything myself at the fold-down desk with coffee, and I answer like it matters, because it does.
I read everything myself at the fold-down desk with coffee, and I answer like it matters, because it does.
The Testicle Tabernacle
c/o R. Osterhout, Keeper
1992 Lewis Turner Blvd, Suite 1067, #357
Fort Walton Beach, FL 32547
Yes, Florida. A man who lives in a truck has no mailbox, and when my mail man retired to the Gulf, my mail retired with him. He sorts the letters and sends the bundle on to whatever town the truck's parked near. Adds a week. Worth it. And before you write in about it: the street number is 1992 and I started keeping in 1997. Five years apart. Means nothing. I checked.
P.S. Ninety-three letters came in last month. I answered ninety-three. The number pleases me and I don't know why.
Checked at the public library of whatever town I'm parked in. Give it a week. Give it two in high summer — the library's a walk.
(334) 209-7090
Text before you call. I don't always hear it ring over the generator.
The ramp's down at every stop, ten to dusk. Donor talk and pledge talk happen at the fold-down desk with the ledger open. Nobody's ever needed an appointment to see me and nobody ever will.
I've been filmed four times and done fair by twice. I stay open-minded anyway. Write me a letter that says plainly what you're after, and don't send a drone over my lot again. You know who you are.
Three dollars gets you the whole show, and the evening ledger reading is free to anybody standing in earshot, always has been.