Hi there cutie -- it's your jet-set penpal writing from Boston, Mass -- Roxbury, to be exact. Good section to live in, if you like winos sleeping on mattresses in the bushes down the street and greasers standing on every corner. Oh, it's good to be bakc - the house is really nice -- we have the whole second floor w/ porch overlooking the river and Huntingdon Ave -- it was shit for the first week -- raining, no heat, no refrigerator, no phone, etc. etc. Everything has since shaped up -- we have a phone, etc., still no beds -- it's been sleeping bag for me and will probably stay that way till I get some money. Have been happily job-hunting for 3 days -- everything I've found I wouldn't want on a silver platter -- I hope I find something I like before the money runs out.
Hi -- I'm back. Just talked to Mardi and Bill and they're sitting in on a Friday nite with eight cents -- so nothing is new. They got stuck paying both rents and you know how well they handle money.
Oh it's 9:00 on a Friday nite and Creedence Clearwater is at Boston Gardens tonite -- of course we couldn't get tickets. They probably won't be back here for a year or so. Shit -- oh well, "that's life", Paul.
Did you listen to the radio today? Jimi Hendrix is dead! I guess it was from an O.D. -- that's sick. The "Foxey Lady" man -- that stuff is just sick. Such cheerful news on the radio every day -- all these kids -- why would anybody shoot heroin? Why why?! Duh.
As I sign off from our "clean" little household -- hope this finds you settled and happy back in school -- 9 more months of peanut better sandwiches -- you'll make it. Write when you can. Take care.
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