“To My Little Rat…”
Christie’s is auctioning off a gangload of James Brown’s shit. So if you’ve ever longed for a bright yellow jump suit with the word ‘sex’ emblazoned across the waistline, now is your chance. But the most interesting items on the auction block may be the large number of revealing handwritten letters, both hilarious and horrifying. In chicken scratch Mr. Dynamite alleges that Polydor is trying to kill him, offers a lady friend $6,000 as a break up consolation and signs a love letter “To Miss Viagra, from Mr. Viagra.” Insert “Hardest Working Man In Show Business” quip here.