Letters from home (Shitsville)

50s

Archie Shitsville never got the free underwear; either he was too drunk to read the terms and conditions properly or it was all some kind of ingenious dodge and now some clever clean Jap is stealthily assuming his identity piece by piece;  on the plus side if another Archie Shitsville suddenly turns up on the planet he might draw some of the wrath of the Vegas mafia away from my father. Sometimes they send me letters to pass on to him: ‘Dear Miss Shitsville, We want to break your father’s bones for failure of payment but he will not answer his phone, the letters are collecting in a pile on the door step, would you be so kind as to pass the message on to him, Yours sincerely, etc.’

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