June 29, '69
JOHN!
I JUST WITNESSED THE MOST CRAZY THING LAST NIGHT! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS!
So, I was going to go out for the night, maybe have some drinks and whatever like I do on the weekends after my work hours are done. I was walking down the street and there were people throwing bricks, fires crackling, police cars flipped over, it was utter madness! Police beating civilians, civilians throwing bricks at the police. I can't even describe it. There was so much screaming and yelling going on that my ears are still trying to recover. I can't even go outside because it's still going on, and I didn't get sleep last night from it playing in my head like the broken Mamas and the Papas record I have. My apartment is really close by the action too, so I can't help but check in on the situation. So I'm walled in at the moment and my boss just got done yelling at me for not coming in, even though it's my day off, alcoholic prick he is. I told him that I could work from home since I do have a type writer, but I can't focus on anything, I'm so stressed.
Anyway, I guess I should tell you stuff other than what's going on so it won't be so boring when you receive this. My boyfriend (more like ex at this point) called me the other day, said he wanted to try and work things out between us so I told him I would think about it. I don't have a clue as to what I should do. I want to stay cause we've been together for so long, but we barely even talk to each other anymore, unless if it's to argue. And I know he's been sleeping with other people, which just makes me want to dump his ass even more, although I'm not better. He just doesn't satisfy me, doesn't treat me the way I want to be. But I still stay with him. He's easy to be with as a stand in boyfriend so then my dad doesn't question when I'm gonna settle down with someone and have children just like he did. That makes me want to throw up, almost. Sorry for treating you like my therapist, I just need someone who gets me.
Talking about your last letter to me, how's the writing going? You told me that you got one of your friends to do the illustration once the actual books done. I hope it's going well. It's much better than a futile and mindless office job of writing for the papers that make you type to the bone where your wrists hurt so bad and you fake cramping just to get away from the desk. Ok, I'm done now, I promise. Great, my phone's ringing. Give me a second.
It was my brother. He just needed some cash for next weekend. Hopefully I can be able to get out of this mess soon. I wish I could meet you. You seem like a nice person. I often think about what you look like just out of curiosity. Maybe one day when I save up enough vacation time I could come for a visit. I think I'm gonna read a book tonight, as if that's not what I do almost every night. Alright, I'm done rambling.
Your pen pal,
- Linda L. Eastman
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July 1st 1969
Oh my god, Linda. I hope you're okay, love. You need to come stay with me for a while sometime. Here, I'll put me number at the bottom of the letter, and you call me whenever you need help or just need someone to talk to. Feel free to give me your phone number as well so then I can call you to check in. And don't start with me about this overseas business, I'll dig my way across the world if I bloody have to just to know you're okay. And I'm not bothered by yer rambling one bit. I find it quite endearing that you feel close enough to me to rant about stuff like that.
For the boyfriend thing; Just dump his sorry arse. You're probably better off without him anyroad. I've had a few girlfriends like that and it's not worth the trouble just to stay in the relationship because you feel you owe them something.
Since you wanted to know about the book, here it is I guess. It's been very slow in writing it but Stuart said he could start the sketches as long as he knows what my sort of image is. Stu's also my roommate, so it works out if I just get a random idea for the story and then he races to get his drawing supplies. I think I want to make it a fantasy book, but still make it historically accurate for the time frame I'm setting it in. Either way, we're still discussing ideas when we both have time off and Stuart isn't exhausted from working all day. Speaking of, he's just gotten home.
I've got nothing really to report on my end for the relationship stuff, other than the fact I have a little thing going with a person I love very much, who does not want me mentioning their name like the true name of Ra or something. Sorry about that, my life just keeps on progressing in an ordinary way.
Take care,
- John W. Lennon
