BALTHAZAR lives in Madison, Wisconsin, and we’ve never met. I tell you what, though – from his business card he looks like a really nice chap with good teeth.
If you head to his website and write him a note about who you are, he’ll send you a story about yourself on good quality paper, and a polaroid that – 9 times out of 10, I’d say – will feature some nudity.
In my story, he suggests I bury myself up to the chest in my garden. It’s punchably cute though – it could have gone no other way, considering I told Balthazar I live in the country with Mr Thumpy the rabbit. I’m curious as to how a letter would turn out if someone said they were a homicidal maniac who collects ornamental weapons and books on serial killers.
For some other examples on how strangers have infiltrated my life, see:
Strangers pray for me
Strangers dress me
Keeper? Yes. If anyone wants me to send them a postcard, they can first please me by leaving lots of comments in the blog comment boxes. I can even use a commemorative stamp of my head.
Hey man, now you're really living 
I think he should write a story for Mr Thumpy the Rabbit …
You should most definitely write me back! I’d love that 🙂