Happy Independence day. Quite a bit has happened to me since I wrote lst. I won the title of "King Beater of the Peter" yesterday -- 17 times in 1 hour -- how about that. Yeah, things are still pretty lonely -- it's really bumming me out -- I can't meet a soul. When I'm working I'm fine but when I come home, I talk to myself. I can't even sit in a bar -- this fuckin state of yours is archaic when it comes to drinkin laws.
But for a change I had a good weekend. Bob Dorin and Debbie Kuznitz got married Saturday night. So Friday I took off for Philadelphia airport -- left my car in the lot -- (left my keys in the car) -- and got on my plane to Buffalo. The part about locking my keys in my car is a sad truth. I was in such a fuckin hurry that I ust locked them in. Anyhow Friday night I stayed with Wienkowski. Then on Saturday I got a lift with Richie Belgard (RedBeard) to Syracuse. The wedding was great -- we got stoned 1st in our hotel room. Then we got drunk at the wedding -- by 5 in the mornig everyone had settled down to their own beds. It was quite an evening. Sunday we headed back to Buffalo -- I stayed with Wienkowski again. And Monday morning I was back in Philly. Luckily I was able to break into my VW with a hanger. Oh, I tried calling Tony while I was in Buffalo, but no one was home. I got a letter from him -- things are going well -- he shold have written you by now.
Otherwise things are well -- I'm heading to NYC next weekend -- it's the weekends that are the worst here -- so I try to keep on the move. But you can't do that forver -- something's gotta happen -- keep on writing. I really dig your letters. Take care. Keep on truckin'.
