A Letter to Brett Favre

 Dear Brett, my grandfather established the CIA when I was born to test my abilities.  My creative gifts are now blossoming and getting so strong.  I am picking up that theatrical awareness and creation is in my future.  I have always had a hard time with memory, even scary dreams about remembering lines in a play or musical, because of a blunt force trauma to my skull at birth.  It was exacerbated later by repeated blows.  I have done great, but my mother was confronted about it in front of me after a very gifted neurologist from NYC, Dr. Joseph Shrandt, who gave me an EEG and was able to pick it up.  She said that it was nothing at all.  I did not really think about it because I and my mother needed to survive in a community that was also so very guilty.  I will not stand up for my family here, but all society needs to live in fear of broken vessels from birth.  I was a difficult birth and was sent home with my grandmother Mayer as my mother was hospitalized for a week.  I am just happy to be free.  I do not live to blame or shame.  I live to be free.  I love openly and wish to be loved openly, as well.  Many parties on Earth are nefarious at this time, but I am getting hilarious, and I rhyme.  I taped a message of gentle standup about ants and housing today for Mayor Jacob Frey.  I do not know the guy, but it is a birth of me in COMEDY industry.  All SNL's are CIA's and you all are needing to work harder.  I am coming to NYC and my fusion artistry is the best in all industry.  Tonight I had the idea with my top men to have all top men around me at a strip club in NYC.  It would be a clearing for that industry and insure my sexual prowess and privacy.  I would not strip, but I would dance, and do comedy simultaneously ( four like 4 songs chosen by a DJ), on the mike as I rubbed haughtily against my LINE DEPUTY.  Suck it up, buttercups.  I am coming.  Watch out. It is MIND NUMBING.  Love Vie