on the 21st
sometime

dear mummy
it's me here.
i'm up in woodstock at uncle alby's.
nice house you oughta be here.
swimming pool.
all that stuff.
i'm with you-know-who.
dick an mimi're also around the place but i've hardly seen them
sinse you-know-who got a hold on me.
mummy you must believe me.
i was gonna stay at the foremans as planned i mean i was all set
to an everything.
anyway when me an mimi got t town an right away first thing we
did was t go there.
an you know me i was tired and it was already past noon an well i fuigered
like t get t sleep you know an well i got in t bed
y'know an jesus i pulled back the blankets an who do you think
was hiding under under the quilt?
yeah him.
i mean like i don't know if you'll believe me or not
but i swear t gawd he was rolled up like a ball inside the pillow.
mummy, i shit.
the first thing i did was t call for mimi.
mimi came running down the hall but do you think it did anygood?
you-know-who just slowly stood up an jumped on the floor.
mummy, his hair had grown down past his waist,
he was wearing this monster sweater that stank like he hadn't
taken a bath for a year.
mummy, he was terrible.
i mean like even alfredo the cuban was heard t comment later "ay tairdbil"
(aye, que terrible) anyway, mimi saw him there an she turned
an ran.
mummy, she just turned an ran.
you-know-who didn't waste any time let me tell yuh.
he threw me on the bed like some kind of caveman. (he hadn't shaved for about
four days mummy. honest t gawd. four days!)
an you know how tired i get.
i mean like i was in no position t fight.
an he wa sayin something.
he was sayin like i never heard before.
i mean like i never heard it in any movie.
i mean like he was sayin "hey c'mon hey c'mon" over an over again.
hey an you know me like i just fall like an anvil.
clunge.
when it comes t new things that i aint never heard before.
i mean like i don't want you t think he's (you-know-who) influenced me or nuthin
mummy i just fall into all these traps.
maybe that second shrink was right.
maybe i DONT know myself as i should know myself.
maybe he was right when he said "Joannie darling, you just don't know
yourself" anyway, you-know-who, for lack of better word, just about seized me.
it wasnt like any captain kid came swirling
down from the masttype thing but still it was kind of wierd.
i mean he really did sort of take me by surprise.
i mean like what would you do?
i mean i fought an everythin.
mummy i fought him no end.
i bit the shit out of his nose.
kicked him where it really hurts.
clawed the back of his neck till blood came out a his bellybutton.
mummy, i blew so hard in his ear, i thought his eyes would pop out.
but then he did this dumb thing.
i mean like he was still sayin "hey c'mon, c'mon" but then also too now
he started reciting poetry.

like it was about the time i was
scratching an trying t bend his elbow off he started
calling me ramona.
i swear at first i thought it was some game.
he kept sayin things like "no use trying" an words like "exist" an
mummy i swear he even mentioned something about
crack country lips.
mummy, i couldn't fight.
i mean like i just couldn't fight.
yeah like so i passed out.
yeah an i woke up here.
aint played a concert for a month.
manny is calling perpetually.
victor keeps answering the phone an says "no, she aint here"
in a funny voice an you-know-who doesn't say nothin
excpt "everything's all right" an "nuthin matters"
yeah well i gotta go. you-know-who's making this movie
an he wants me t rub his head while he gets ready.
all in all everything i guess is ok.
house is coming along.
oh, i signed over my car t you-know who.
yeah, he said it'd take a lot of worry off my mind about owning things
an well ... it has a little i guess.
i wouldn't mind that too much but well ...
you-know-who sold the car.
he says that's better that way cause now i wont be pesterin him
t let me drive it.
mummy, he's the worst driver in the world.
i swear i nearly have a bird everytime he takes me t the shrink.
my shrink hates him but that's another story an i'll write you later about it.
.ti +4
ok then faretheewell

manard solomon says hello
an keeps asking when you're
coming back
ok 'bye
an dont worry bout me none

oh, p.p.s
i gave that little tiny picture of me
t you-know-who an he posted it on top
of his ford station wagon interior

mummy, i'm fine
dont worry about me please
everything passes everything changes
oh, mummy mummy I love you so much
oh mummy
give regards t brice an pauline

oh oh! here comes you-know-who
i dont want him t catch me writin
t you
gotta go
luv yuh