A Letter to Erik

Let’s have a little fun and look through Nightcat’s personal mail. Yes, this is an artistic interpretation, and if you don’t like that sort of thing, turn back now.

My Dearest One,

Seven years on the internet, we need a better social life. So many changes in those years. The PAS was born, mutated, and now lives on My Space. There are the videos, the haunted opera house, and the adult section. Which you don’t need to keep hitting. I’ll burn you some copies. Dude, you need a love life.

Christine indeed. We’ll see how much she loves you when the new Webber show comes out, clown boy. What were you doing, channeling Gacy? I mean I know you are weird, but clowns are just wrong, OK? Even if they did start out as reminders of the dead.

Speaking of which, your fame is somewhat fading. Even if Elvira did include you on her new CD. If people ever figure out that is your real voice, then baby, you’ve had it as a musical lead. You could however go into death metal.

Well if you aren't the monster you used to be, this might be the time to help you out. I'll be sending you a lovely prezzy. I'm telling you, enough bodies scattered around that dreadfully chezzy tourist trap you live in, and things will hum again.

Psychotic Purrs,
Nightcat

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