LETTERS FROM MR. EASLEY

Letter No. 106: SAIS

Dear Sais,

Thanks for both the prints. I would have scanned them on my flat bed and shown them to the world but as you know they wouldn’t fit. Not even close. So I had to photograph them, and I like the whole tactical and tangible quality of my blog, in that everything exists in the real world. These words end up on actual paper you can hold. I put those polaroids in my private collection that to go along with my polaroids of you know who naked, my sneakers, stuff from my mom’s condominium, and a random assortment of other polaroids. Important shit.

Speaking of important you’re suppose to release your mixtape tomorrow. I read about five minutes ago it’s delayed needless to say I expect advance copy as soon as possible. Way before the rest of these regular people. You’re probably, well maybe, asking yourself why would I send this fool my mixtape any earlier than the rest of the world.

Is it because he’s your co-collaborator (pause) in the famed Cherry Collaborative? That’s a good reason but no. Is it because he’s working on a song with Kanye arguable the best musician of the last six years? Again that’s a great reason, as well because he, myself, agreed to let you get on the remix of our song Letters from Mr. Easley C/O Kanye West (that’s the working title) in exchange for bringing James Watts white jordan 4s from over a decade ago, for a shoot he didn’t even have the nerve to show up for and instead is hiding in Maryland. But no, that’s not it. Is it because today at his test shoot with Wilhelmina model and the extremely hot, Tanaya Henry, he convinced her to model your Tiger tee, not only giving the “Rawr” face but wearing what I believe is cheetah print, although it could be leopard, underwear? Yes, mostly that. Included are the polaroids of said underwear and “Rawr” face. It looks as though she stretched out the neck of your tee, but really that’s her problem.

Real talk, she is bad. So as to save myself from any creepiness I’m going to spare my remaining thoughts from this letter that in effect is public document in the mere chance she googles me or really depending on my SEO even herself. But it goes without saying and is pretty much fact, although we don’t have a solid date yet, they’ll be more shoots with her and myself. In the paraphrased and perhaps re-worded words of Jay Z “Throw ya Cherry up”.

Sincerely,

Mr. Chandler Easley

603 W. 115th St. #177
New York, NY 10025

P.S. I wish they had distance running for money. Like pick up games or pool hall shit. Like $50 the first to Battery Park from Harlem. That’d be so hype.