ok so no i do not hate all asians. i meant that i hate EVERYONE equally. i am not a racist, well, not all the time. if you spend a whole day with me you’ll soon realise i say a lot of things about a lot of people and i don’t necessarily say them to be mean or anti-semetic, whathaveyou. i normally am too busy thinking about marshmallows and making cock jokes to bother making judgements. these days i am too busy folding laundry and making long distance phonecalls and hanging with sammy at the cadillac lounge. i am at the huge loft space but also seeking another place. it’s a long fucking story. buy the book. seriously. my dad is coming to town to hang with me and my dumb friends. on saturday at the blue moon you can find me and the blond girl being models for this twisted valentine’s party with other acts and shit. doors open at 9 and it’s 6 dollars. on queen and broadview. nasty. tonite we’ll be at for your eyes only, some strip club on king? i only gotothe nasty ones so i have not been there. i hope cocaine falls into my nose from a stripper’s moustache. there haven’t been new pictures because we have been busy setting up shoppe ‘n office so just wait, ok? and for everyone who has written and sent emails about my assistant-seeking, please at the moment i require toronto living persons only, after that we can discuss pay. it’s not a nine-five gig and i won’t need you everyday so do not quit your fucking job, i don’t care how much you make a year. thanks.

umh.

if you are a literary agent, please write to me.

these are the plans:

soon there’ll be “what raymi’s been up to” exclusive photos page, i dunno, maybe 15 dollars for access for a month, in-where slowly but surely more and more photos/videos will be added not to forget more fucking content. that’s the overall dream/intention. some stuff will always be free. don’t worry.

i’ve been hanging out at net cafes all over the city and haven’t been able to show you all the things ive been working on with my best friend, the laptop.

what do you want to know about?

just come and find me and axe me whats up.

see you at the club.

dear douglas coupland

you have not written back to me yet. i am starting not to care. i put the email i wrote you in my book so when i get big and famous you will feel dumb for not writing back to me and everyone will say, oh hey look it’s that author that never wrote back to raymi. man, what’s his deal? yeh it’s true that you might not write back because i am scaring you or whatever, but still, i am harmless. i promise.

i bought translucent red shower curtains for the clawfoot porcelain tub. i also got a cheesy leopard print rug for the bathroom. today i mopped the kitchen floor. it is blacvk and white checkered. i like doing the laundry. i see a lot of junkies in this ‘hood. they’re pretty nice. parkdalemiddleton lets me draw drawings and he films me when i try and talk business. you’ll see that in the raymi documentaries. i wrote my very first autograph just ten minutes ago.

anyway, i’ll let you get back to your big mansion now. i have to go to the beer store. oh yah i am going to visit anti in LA soon.
x.

raymi.

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