Last seen drinking Irish Mist in the Foggy Bottom Cafe on the evening of August 10. He had seemed to be badly depressed for some time before that (“in a lost and found stage.”) Planning to divorce the world and run off with Einstein.
Hey Suskind, are you lurking out there? I miss you a lot and am quite capable of working myself into a frenzy over this disappearance. Please come back, luv.
