2008jan24. Mail.
Greetings, New Owner! I thought I should tell you that Jeni and I decided to reduce my age quite a bit, so we have changed my birth year. Please inform Vital Records Dept. Then call me.
Hinda
Hinda! Omigod! It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you! But now, it’s even less! Hahahaha chortle chortle. But Hind ... Hindee ... Hindu. You know what lying about your birth year is, don’t you? It’s a lie. It makes you ... a liar. One who is lying. I have taken lysergic acid. But you? Lied. Lien. Who are you fooling with your age-based lies? Who is it? Who amongst us? It is you, that’s who. You have made the greatest lie of all. We all lie to ourselves in some capacity; I for example am licking the walls right now because I think I’m a jaguar. But my self-deception is pharmaceutically-based. Yours? You have no such excuse. Stop hurting yourself, Hinnie. Stop hurting the ones you love. That means me. Your lies are killing me. Your constant lying is taking a toll on your circle of friends. Are they talking behind your back about you? It is a riddle for you to consider, my petty self-deluded age-shaver.
