White Lady with a Nod to Ginsberg's Howl

By Brian Robbins 

After a long bout, and a touch of sheer madness

I have decided to send David and his psycho, crack smoking, manic depressive  state of mind

back to the wonderful  Delaware for eternity.

the endless dance he takes with that magical mystical lady who holds his hand while launching his only human remains into orbit with every hit he takes is a sight to behold.

then to Quench his thirst with any type of alcohol in mass Quantities is only for the strong heart.

he will now be Launched  back to Delaware by intergalactic stage coach or chicken truck.

maybe a crate with a piss hole out the side

and enough crack to keep him busy during the long haul in the back of a freighter liner heading north.

he is a real fucking nut, more then one of those people who flew over the KooKo's nest, he crashed into a building on the 88th floor and has been hanging on by his shoe lace upside

down for the last 35 years just blowing in the wind. 

he will get nothing in his pocket to spend

and a front stoop on 8th and Washington Street in good old down town Wilmington Delaware

where Crack is being cooked in every other apartment up and down the street.

good luck and happy trail to yaw bro, live long and party on dude...

Brother Bry

This is actually an email my cousin Brian sent to me about sending his brother back to Delaware and I  don't think he has ever read Howl.