I've always got the urge to write back to these people. String them along. But never enough gumption to actually do it. These are the moments when I'd like a closer writing relationship with someone like David Legault (remember that name - everyone will know who he is, one day), who not only has the gumption but is also one of the weirdest people I've ever known (in absoutely the best possible way). Dude puts himself out there in the world, actually does the sort of things that most of us only bother to daydream about. Gets messy, behaves like an idiot, throws up, and all with an essayist's sensibilities. He's a little bit of DFW, performance artist, anthropologist and dungeonmaster rolled into pillowy, dorky white bread that does essentially nothing to belie what what's actually going on between his ears. This was supposed to be about the phish, and how I should write back to one of these people and get a good essay out of it, instead of becoming a Tribute to Dave. It's just too corny and hackneyed to ask WWDD, but what would Legault have to say in response to this?
