dear bob dylan

Dear Bob Dylan,

I feel like you probably pretended to crash your motorcycle way back when and that's okay. I understand why, under duress and stress and the strain of being God, one might get destructive urges and want to misrepresent reality. But did you think that maybe you're encouraging lies/slander/deceit +thedeclineofwesterncivilizationasweknowitohmy?

Just wondering.

Love,

KW

Ps. The picture of you was found on a blog. Someone named Dana has decided to put you on her list of top 10 attractive men. However, since she groups you with Syd Barrett who looked okay in the 1970s (thank you, LSD) but has aged poorly (you at least look like you could be a sheriff in a John Wayne movie now) and Jack Nicholson (who has the forehead crease of the curse of Cain), perhaps you shouldn't take this as a compliment.