a love letter for bill murray.

Mr Murray I adore you because you are the bad boy Tom Hanks, it should've been you on that island not him. And my face on that volleyball's skin. And both of us on that raft BillyBoy, am I ok to call you that?

Yes.

Me and BillyBoy on that raft your gleaming, wet, middle aged body that radiates the waves like a porpoise on heat, glazed in bacon fat.

Oh BillyBabe, oh BillyBomb i climbed aboard the Darjeeling express to find you gone within the first fifteen min.

What happened?

You could've stolen the show, blew them away with your unrivaled wit and sense of shotgun fun. But anyway Billy i have to run so when you read this please reply to adress marked on the business card,
i don't want the wife finding out on this one.

Henry.