Hola from H3 @ Richmond City Jail. Hope life on the outside is treating ya'll well. How's the weather-4 real? After being outside loving nature I refuse to set foot on our little fenced-in playground. (I actually tried it once, made me cry) anyway, let me introduce myself proper like. My name is Nycol. I've been living here in R-town 4 10 years, mostly in kitchens, flipping pans and cleaning out grease traps. Good times, but they had to go. I decided early in the summer I was going to start living 4 me. No more 10-16 hour days, bosses that don't respect me much less appreciate me and no vacation time. (Never even been to DC or NYC.- Pitiful, No?) I was going to travel now, peddle my wares and get my shit together not quite in that order. Well, I laid off the constant gorging myself with junk food, smoking weed on the hour every hour, eased up on my Irish whiskey intake, no more empty 'meaningless' sex including with myself etc. (Bye Bye purple dildo!) And I ate good raw healthy fresh things, drank 1 gallon of H20 a day only 16 oz. of caffeine a day walked 10 miles a day and I spent time w/me loving me with other folks loving them. Doing art projects everywhere I went, be them small or large and never with the conventional medium or canvass. You may have seen some in alleys or vacant garages or just around. Remember the Fuck a Tag or Fuck an Orgasm and Fuck Johnny Johnson and Fuck a Currency (one of my fav's.). (if ya'll didn't see any of that shit then ya'll need to get out more and walk and look up, look down, look all around) anyway life 4 me this summer was one big art project. (that got me thrown into the loony bin a couple of times and that turned into an art project too. Ya'll should've see what I did to my room there. Oh it was fun and I met the coolest smartest and misunderstood folks there. Birds of a feather, right? I gave up just about all of my worldly possessions in the process including $$. When I came into it I gave it away almost immediately to someone who needs it much more than I. I lived on love during my fasts and maybe a couple of shots of whiskey. No time to sleep of course when you're so high on life. I failed to mention that before this summer I was severely depressed (4 about 5 years) and I was at the point to do or die. Shit or get off the pot right? Well, it was a simple decision that was finally made. I was gong to live and love every minute of it. I was chronic migraine sufferer since I was a small child. We're talking 4-10 a month. Some would last 4 a week straight. I've had a couple headaches this summer - not one migraine though. I've never been healthier, tanner and more in tune with me, other people and the universe than I was this summer. I'm slowly, day by day, coming off that high. Thank God b/c I was running myself ragged in the process of having the time of my life. It almost ended early Wed. morning (Aug. 21st) in the alley @ Alley Katz after a show when some piece of crap (lets call him John) decided to beat the crap out of me- or try to anyway. Even with the help of his roomie and my ex-co-worker (let's call him Tommy Lee) and the piece of poo that worked that night. They still couldn't take me out. I didn't even fall down. I barely bled. Thankfully 'Tommy Lee' called in a bogus warrant on my ass and the cops where pulling up to serve them to me when 'John' was bracing himself for what probably would have been the final blow to my nose which probably would have wound up in my brain. Thank you God for being there in the nick of time. There were plenty of witnesses to this. While I was getting my beating I saw the silhouettes of some buddies pacing back and forth on 18th St. a few yards behind 'John.' Well, now I'm in Jail 4 something I didn't even do. Oh yeah, the warrant was 4 breaking and entering 'Tommy's' apartment. - never happened. They both are rolling ass holes who don't' know what day it is. Along with the rest of the crew there. Everything happens 4 a reason I believe. There is no such thing as chance or luck. I am a fortunate fool, who needed a wake up call. And that's exactly what I received and what goes around comes around. Tit for Tat. Well after all the talk about me and my escapes this summer (lots of rumors and bullshit nobody is talking about that night. Why did this happen I'm not 4 sure. I believe they may have believed me to be a snitch. Why? B/C I had some buddies who were cops? Who gives a shit. I don't like I said fuck a fair weathered friend and what goes around comes around. Oh yeah, and patience is a virtue. That's a good on too. Help a sister out ya'll w/ my shout outs and maybe I'll throw a party in your behalf just b/c I love ya'll and the work ya'll do. (issue #207 on has rocked especially) Hey the naked walk through the Fan, VCU and Monument Ave and Robert E Lee still needs to be viewed. It's good, good times. Lets have a party soon. I'll supply the food and short film and ya'll supply the love okay? thanks 4 your time and print this shit please in the Misc. & blurbs. I need to know who's with me and who's not, peeps and establishments. I have not knowing. Everything is on the DL and it's making me frustrated. Love you Nycol.

NOW THAT'S A LETTER!
[ editor@punchlinemag.com ]