Someone sent me a letter once.
A groundskeeper of a golf course in St. Andrews.
Said he used to be a projectionist, that he’d dropped a roll of film on his foot, cracking it in half, and that he could now only wear worn-in U.K. 10 Superstars which, having seen my skate videos, he correctly assumed I could supply.
I had to cut it off when he started asking for socks.