I just read the comments from my “Postmarked from a Felon.” WHOOOO-EEEE. That got AWFULLY nasty, AWFULLY quick. For the record, I wrote to Michael and ASKED HIM to write me something to post, so that HE could clear up, once and for all, how the parole process works, and when he will be getting out, and what he plans to do, etc, etc. I was not exploiting a personal letter. World of Wonder has a long history of collaboration with him, so this site is a natural place to come for updates on his story.

As for Christopher Comp, darling you lived with me. You should know it was never my dream to build a scene; I just wanted to be the most fabulous person in it. I never wanted to be Andy Warhol; I wanted to be Edie Sedgwick. That’s where Michael and I differed. And when my trust fund ended, I think I managed to sustain myself rather brilliantly, thank you very much. Oh, and you’re dead wrong: “Charm” and “balls” are definitely two things I have in spades.

Also (and I can’t even believe I’m about to explain something so outrageously unimportant), the title “Postmarked from a Felon” is a reference to our old “Phone Call from a Felon” series (which itself was a nod to the old Bette Davis movie Phone Call from a Stranger) See, both “Phone Call” and “Felon” are “F” sounds and…. OH SWEET JESUS, I GIVE UP. I had planned to do a whole little fun piece today about the old days, with a fun videoclip from 1987, but now that seems somehow inappropriate, and I’m in a pissy mood now anyway.

– James St. James