My half-brother Bret lives in Las Vegas and just found me after a long separation. I got an actual letter in the mail from him yesterday - passionate, eager, open. He wrote:
"You once told me there are three things an Underwood can do. You said 'We can drive. We can fuck. We can rock.' My mom told me that our dad also had a list of three things an Underwood can do. He said 'We can drive. We can fuck. We can play cards.' Can you believe it?"
And my brother Jim writes this from Bangkok Thailand where he has lived for 12 years:
"just finished a twilight run through my neighborhood accompanied by bats and black birds, finger streaks of blood in the steeling grey sky. I got chased by a dog and some kids shouting "HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO" so I called them all monkeys and headed to my roof. Sprinted around and around and around and when I stopped the stars were out and I sat in the corner under a palm and thought this is my corner in this night. Love ya, Jim"
Brothers rule is all I have to say. They remember me, the things I have said, how I have lived, in the best light and throw that light back at me like a hot Elinchrome without grids.
you and your listing, apparently you inherited this.
I remember tooling around in the Cathouse van while you would talk like that. Making us all your brothers. Things I remember: "Intention/motivation. Fishnets. Dialogue. the feeling of negative ions in the air. Voice. devotion. Fire."
your brother has lived in thailand that long? wow, what is he doing?
Posted by: Detroit S. | 02/03/2005 at 10:16
my brother jim in thailand is teaching english and staying away from america long enough that when he returns it will feel like a foreign country.
Posted by: eliza. | 03/03/2005 at 10:37