like
there was no tomorrow.
But there I go again, dammit. The woman has an I.Q. of 180 and
typically all I can focus on is her bod.
We laughed a lot. I like Annie so very much. If she was going to
remain in the state I know that we’d see a lot of each other. But she’s
heading back east in a week or so.
Working hard on getting her PhD.
Soon they will be calling her "The Professor," like that fellow on
Gilligan’s Island . And I will be the Skipper’s half-wit little buddy in
a sailor cap.
Reading Raymond Chandler’s Killer in the Rain and other stories.
Has reading dear old Raymio’s stuff altered my style in any way?
Sure hope so. That guy could really write.
I had the right idea there in the first draft of the book, but I was
terribly clumsy. Annie said she’d be happy to try a chapter by chapter
breakdown, as she does with her own reading material. For that, I
would indeed be very grateful. Maybe I’ll help by giving her my
shiny red pen.
Work at the office is still okay. Perhaps I should stay here for two
years and try to buy a cabin in the woods, like Thoreau. A place with
a lot of psilocybin mushrooms around. If I found a place before
summer maybe I could even grow some dope. Get me an illegal cash
crop a-going. That might be fun. If I’m going to live in the sticks, I
might as well live in the real sticks.
Haven’t heard from Ms. Ellsworth, nor do I really expect to. My
last missive was somewhat heavy-handed, I will admit. But who
cares? I have gotten contradictory messages from her and I’d like to
be clear on what she is saying before I turn away for good. I can
always try another letter again. Nothing succeeds like persistent
failure.
I am meanwhile moving along, getting into the final portion of my
manuscript. Annie says the third part is the hardest and I agree with
her. She is very perceptive about things.
50
* * * *
March 17, 1978 St. Patrick’s Day
I’ve always hated this day. I don’t like being named after that
stupid jerk who drove the snakes out of Ireland. I think they should
have kept the snakes and drove the Catholic Church out. I like
snakes. They are useful in controlling vermin.
On the other hand, few institutions have been responsible for more
suffering in the past 2,000 years than our Holy Mother Church. They
even cut a deal with Hitler during World War II to look the other way
while he murdered the Jews, although the Vatican denies it.
But the Jews all know better. Annie said her parents and their
relatives are totally convinced the Vatican sold them out to Hitler. I
agree. Although I am not Jewish, I have a hell of a lot more respect
for their religion than I do my own.
The certified letter turned out to be from Bill Beckwith, the former
boyfriend of Lori Sanchez. Somehow or other Bill still had one of my
old poetry manuscripts, Inner Space Commando I must have given it
to him during one of my drunken moments.
Well well well. I have recovered all of my ancient literary artifacts
in the space of one week. That is a good thing.
I can’t get over how bad my poems are.
A couple may be salvageable, but otherwise blech. Perhaps I try
some new ones over the summer or strike out in a new direction.
Right now I’m just not ready to do it. I’m not ready to do anything. I
am very tired and must go to sleep.
* * * *
March 18, 1978
Got lots of things to do on this, my Saturday. First of all, I’ll have
to make a trip to the dump to get rid of the trash I’ve been
accumulating since I got here. Also need to change the oil in the bus.
And it would be nice to complete another chapter today.
A long one, like Chap. 31.
The landlord came by this morning and said it was okay if I paid
him from the first to the first. We agreed on a pro-rated sum for the
rest of this month. I’m not sure what I will do about money until then,
51
however. I only have about $10 left. I wish the State University
would let them send me my
there was no tomorrow.
But there I go again, dammit. The woman has an I.Q. of 180 and
typically all I can focus on is her bod.
We laughed a lot. I like Annie so very much. If she was going to
remain in the state I know that we’d see a lot of each other. But she’s
heading back east in a week or so.
Working hard on getting her PhD.
Soon they will be calling her "The Professor," like that fellow on
Gilligan’s Island . And I will be the Skipper’s half-wit little buddy in
a sailor cap.
Reading Raymond Chandler’s Killer in the Rain and other stories.
Has reading dear old Raymio’s stuff altered my style in any way?
Sure hope so. That guy could really write.
I had the right idea there in the first draft of the book, but I was
terribly clumsy. Annie said she’d be happy to try a chapter by chapter
breakdown, as she does with her own reading material. For that, I
would indeed be very grateful. Maybe I’ll help by giving her my
shiny red pen.
Work at the office is still okay. Perhaps I should stay here for two
years and try to buy a cabin in the woods, like Thoreau. A place with
a lot of psilocybin mushrooms around. If I found a place before
summer maybe I could even grow some dope. Get me an illegal cash
crop a-going. That might be fun. If I’m going to live in the sticks, I
might as well live in the real sticks.
Haven’t heard from Ms. Ellsworth, nor do I really expect to. My
last missive was somewhat heavy-handed, I will admit. But who
cares? I have gotten contradictory messages from her and I’d like to
be clear on what she is saying before I turn away for good. I can
always try another letter again. Nothing succeeds like persistent
failure.
I am meanwhile moving along, getting into the final portion of my
manuscript. Annie says the third part is the hardest and I agree with
her. She is very perceptive about things.
50
* * * *
March 17, 1978 St. Patrick’s Day
I’ve always hated this day. I don’t like being named after that
stupid jerk who drove the snakes out of Ireland. I think they should
have kept the snakes and drove the Catholic Church out. I like
snakes. They are useful in controlling vermin.
On the other hand, few institutions have been responsible for more
suffering in the past 2,000 years than our Holy Mother Church. They
even cut a deal with Hitler during World War II to look the other way
while he murdered the Jews, although the Vatican denies it.
But the Jews all know better. Annie said her parents and their
relatives are totally convinced the Vatican sold them out to Hitler. I
agree. Although I am not Jewish, I have a hell of a lot more respect
for their religion than I do my own.
The certified letter turned out to be from Bill Beckwith, the former
boyfriend of Lori Sanchez. Somehow or other Bill still had one of my
old poetry manuscripts, Inner Space Commando I must have given it
to him during one of my drunken moments.
Well well well. I have recovered all of my ancient literary artifacts
in the space of one week. That is a good thing.
I can’t get over how bad my poems are.
A couple may be salvageable, but otherwise blech. Perhaps I try
some new ones over the summer or strike out in a new direction.
Right now I’m just not ready to do it. I’m not ready to do anything. I
am very tired and must go to sleep.
* * * *
March 18, 1978
Got lots of things to do on this, my Saturday. First of all, I’ll have
to make a trip to the dump to get rid of the trash I’ve been
accumulating since I got here. Also need to change the oil in the bus.
And it would be nice to complete another chapter today.
A long one, like Chap. 31.
The landlord came by this morning and said it was okay if I paid
him from the first to the first. We agreed on a pro-rated sum for the
rest of this month. I’m not sure what I will do about money until then,
51
however. I only have about $10 left. I wish the State University
would let them send me my
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