April 14, 2002

  • On July 18, 2001, our dearly outrageous and incomparably beautiful Rebel disappeared into unknown  parts on a camping trip.  Remember Gilligan’s Island?  Well, her foray turned into Rebel’s Wilderness:


     


    I will spend the weekend with a bunch of recovering druggies… It is fun and Crazy and a little psychotic….


     


    And weeks passed.  And months lapsed.  Then the change of a year.   Damn, Rebel, it’s cold out in those woods—get the hell out of there!  But snow crystals buried all vestige of life in the fateful forlorn forest with no sign or stirring of a return of our Rebel.


     


    But you got to know that Rebel is a great artist and a truly original American.  She is.  So, naturally, I clung to the desperate hope that because her blog hadn’t disappeared, that someday, too, she’d return to reclaim it (after all, we all know that a Xanga blog is almost as precious as life itself, right?!)


     


    So deluging the cosmos with my psychic goodwill, I left a last appeal to this crazy girl:


     


    If you ever come back from this trip, I'll rub and lick your feet for a week!


     


    And now she’s back! 


     


    *licks*  *licks*  *licks*

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