Tuesday, April 17, 2012
May 7, 1971 (Letter from Barb Lucia)
Hi there you freak -- how are you doing? The whole scene here has changed completely since you were her e-- all of a sudden out of 3 weeks of rain, today popped up -- hot and sunny, as if its' been summer for at least 6 months. Of course everybody had to rush outside and hang out in the sun -- it's so rare to have sun in Boss-town! All other shit is about the same -- Pam has settled down somewhat -- the crisis are only about once a month. We had a giant quarrel and eve since have been getting along pretty well -- if we didn't live together we'd get along super -- too bad about that. Doreen is roving around the country side every weekend singing with the band. I never see her on weekends but she usually leaves me her car for the weekend so I'm not grounded. Things are really dead. I know some day soon I'm just going to bolt, pack up my belongings, take Harry and stick out my thumb toward the Cape. Wait and see -- the job things is the hassle -- I haven't spoken to "the man" about it yet -- I haven't any plans - -so what can I tell him? Fuck. How are your plans -- will it be Buffalo for the summer? I imagine you're right in the middle of papers, finals, etc. I had to do one paper for my class and it was such an effort -- I can't imagine being in school full-time now! You know when you were sick in February? Well, I had the same shit all this week -- my throat was hanging out -- I got a Dr's appointment and got some penicillin -- he thought it might be mono and I could see myself in bed all summer! -- but I don't think it is. Such shit. All I did this week was rest after work, and work on my paper. I went out last nite to a party at Teddy's -- forgot what it's like to go out. Got stoned and generally hung out.
Did I tell you I went home -- I guess I did, huh? The week after you were here. I really enjoyed being home for the weekend -- now how's that for culture shock? I visited Mrs. P, went up to Rimrock and clonked around -- - it was nice, didn't mind it at all. I tried to call Joan from home but couldn't locate her so I called her after I got back. She had just gotten home from work (at a store) and sounded pretty good. 1st thing she asked me was if I saw her mother. Now how could I see her mother -- they wouldn't let me in the house I'm sure. Joan's heard from her father and from Carol but of course her mother is being a martyr -- I know that it really bothers Joan -- I wish her mother would give in a little -- what a jerk she is.
Well, I am the last one left in the office -- this 9-5 is for shit when it's nice out -- what's up for the weekend -- ever since I've been sick all I've wanted to do is rest -- get out of my rocker and go.
Me and Nancy went to the Vineyard one weekend just looking around and froze our asses off at nigh t-- things do not look encouraging for a job there -- but when do things ever look encouraging -- the thing is to go it and if it doesn't work out -- move on. Right? Duh. I don't know.
I wonder how things are with the Minneapolis people -- haven't heard from Mardi in awhile -- if they go to the Bahamas or Florida with Mr. Sayles I'll kill Mardi! Not that I want to go to Florida, but I just want to go somewhere. If Anderson ever saves the money he should get a gold medal; and a slap on the back -- what a superhuman feat! Everyone seems so far away -- all the people I want to see are halfway across the fucking country and here I am going to work every day -- doo-doo-doo. As you may be able to tell, I am discouraged about the whole deal -- and any words of wisdom are appreciated. I just feel that nothing will ever go right -- and if they do -- it will only be for a little while -- blah. Forget all this schlopp and have a happy spring -- write soon and take care.
Labels:
Barb Lucia,
Bill Anderson,
Boston. Warren,
Doreen,
Joan,
Mardi,
Martha's Vineyard,
Nancy,
Pam
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