A letter came in the mail for me today bearing the seal of the Inter-National Society for Exploring Science, Nature and the Esoteric (INSENSE). This could only mean one thing – August had urgent matters for me to take care of:
Dear Mr. Williams,
As you may be aware, I intend to spend some time this coming February, the weekend of the 20th - 22nd to be exact, in the Tri-State area. It appears that a festival of some infamy and notoriety shall be taking place, and my colleagues in INSENSE have advised that I should represent them.
The festival in question is the Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire in Whippany, NJ, which, despite its name, also boasts appearances from some of the most notorious and deviant characters from the Middle Ages, Enlightenment and Victorian periods as well. I have already noted that I shall be attending as a representative of INSENSE, and I also hope to generate some interest in these visions that have haunted me since the tenderest of ages. Your lovely wife also appears scheduled to make an appearance at that fashion show on the 20th. As always, I look forward to seeing her creations tremendously.
You, of course, being the agent for my affairs in the Tri-State area shall see that the INSENSE clubhouse in Murray Hill has a room reserved for me, and will also arrange for a lunch meeting with our dear friend Chester the Penguin. If you can, I would also appreciate an evening with Poe's ghost. I hear he's about the Bronx at this time of year, too, and we never finished that go
And finally, I will require two fresh cadavers for my presentation to the INSENSE general assembly the night before I fly out. You always find me the freshest corpses, Williams! It's why you're the right chap for the job!
Give my regards to the Missus.
Yours truly,
August "Graveyards Are My Dancefloor" Wahnsinger
So there you have it, folks! If you ever wanted to meet Mr. Wahnsinger, he shall be in attendance at this faire, evidently. Something tells me he'll be hovering about around a very specific crowd.