Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 12:16:58 -0500 (CDT)
From: john joseph bachir 
To: Alex Courtade
Subject: schooling of the Pimp

Alex my friend, as we pass through this world we see many things and, to
be true, few things see us. As I address you now, my actions and thoughts
can exist only in ironical observation of the human history that has made
me. The pinstriped bellbottoms that you speak of, I have worn them and
worn them well. This graceful and powerful gait, loaded with metaphorical
meaning passed on from my forefathers, I have walked it many times. And as
the urban environment welcomes me into its beautifully painful maelstrom
of namelessness, I welcome it into the development of my battered and
hopeful soul.

But alas, Alex, I am not a Pimp, nor will I ever be. Never will the red,
feathered fedora find a home on my body. The young and tragic beauty of
the prostitute, in this lifetime it will neither surround me nor allow me
to provide for its sustenance. For all of the meaning and worth that I
honor in the urban lords that we call Pimps, never will I be among their
ranks. And I fear, Alex, that for the schooling you desire, you will long
journey before giving up. For this schooling, the schooling of The Pimp,
finds its students, and does not give the option of the student to find
it. No, Alex, no matter how great we deem The Pimp, how much wonder and
desire we hold in the aspiration to be among His ranks, we must gaze on in
forlonged and respectful want, for Their world is not ours.