I love you. If you ever read this, never doubt that.
But I had to delete you off Facebook. Crying about Donald Trump with every post, or every other post, got on my ever loving nerves, my friend. You used to not be so political, but that changed. I suppose it’s because it’s a presidential election year, but still. You are a southern California liberal that fits the definition to the core. I don’t have any political party affiliations, but socially I do lean liberal. I’m just fucking sick of seeing you shit on Trump while not dishing any turds towards Hillary Clinton.
It all came to a head this morning. I was listening to Stevie Ray Vaughan’s beautiful cover of “The Things I Used to Do” and saw your bullshit pop up on my feed. No more.
“I don’t give a fuck if you delete me. Who are you?” is an appropriate response. I’m nobody. Just felt like bitching today while I listen to some of the best blues ever crafted.
“Showtime” is one of my all-time favorite books. I read it right after reading Mike Tyson’s “Undisputed”.
“Boys Will Be Boys” is among my favorites, too.
I can’t wait for your future books. Your writing is fantastic.
But for fuck’s sake, Jeff, you couldn’t be any more left. Versatility is underrated. I feel this way towards far right folks, too.
A guy that enjoys your writing