From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Thursday, June 19, 2003 3:31 PM
To: Shaim (shaim@covetech.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: Shoe shine

 

Sammy – I’m sitting perched right above the Del Mar Cliffs immediately in front of 10th Street, cross-legged; perhaps, no more than 12 inches from certain death in the event the strong onshore wind were to change and a Santa Anna were tu begin blowing bringing the desert winds to our shores.

 

It is quite a balancing act, this good or bad, agree?

 

A few minutes ago I visited with our property manager having given him a copy of my 2nd tu last E-mail tu u. The wireless Internet signal keeps going “in & out” making it all butt impossible tu provide you with the hyperlinks possibly necessary for bringing u up tu speed, altho I doubt despite your horrific memory, dead brain dead cells hard tu boot, u no doubt remember all the critical issues, agree?

 

Suffice tho to say, Greg wasn’t convinced that you picked up the offer I thout you wouldn’t be able to refuse, i.e. agree to a polygraph test and the entire spot located at 357 Parish Lane could be yours, agree?

 

U must surely agree it would be imprudent 4 me to stick around, despite my fundamental belief that G-d watches each and every move we choose to make, good or evil, given the serious nature of what could be an attempt to possibly “murder” me to mention little of the little ones I “fetch & carry” and of course right now I am not speaking of my reputation since a “shit head” like u is incapable of ruining a reputation such as mine that has been oh so painstakingly nurtured over quite sum time and besides your defense in a slander-libel lawsuit will rightly be that u can barely spell, agree?

 

Now of course there is every possibility that an “Act of God” caused the front right tire of my Mini Cooper S to collapse under its own weight and altho I happen to believe in miracles, as in “Can’t is not in my vocabulary, the impossible shall be done, miracles take just a little longer” I mostly subscribe to Quantum Mechanics as in the laws governing the Digital Age, i.e. 1s & 0s, 0s & 1s, i.e. probabilities.

 

I would tho, be willing tu bet my bottom dollar that the odds of just one of the tires on a new Mini Cooper S going totally flat all on its own without any puncture other than the air being let out are about one million X as great as the wind shifting in say the next 24 hours.

 

So that things are crystal clear, u don’t have to do more than lift your index finger and reply with the words, “I agree” and cum tomorrow morning when I will be depositing at least too checks into my bank accounts u will then be able tu get a sound sleep this cuming Shabbas, i.e. Friday Night, knowing that I won’t start the auction process in deciding who is going to be the king of the hill, altho the Tree House is as far removed from what you were raised in, i.e. a mud hut, located close tho to Timbuktu, relatively speaking that is, versus me in a “castle” located on the outer fringes of “quamashoe” [sic].

 

It is hard to say for sure, wouldn’t agree, why I make such a big deal out of our little dispute, nothing quite like smelly armpits, when I have so many other much bigger fish to fry, but given the fact that I have only about too minutes max left of battery time on my computer I must do whatever I can to help bring this world back in tTOo balance, mom.

 

May the best man win.

 

Gary