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22 August 1983
Dear Elliott,
I am committed (or should be) and completely unresolved. Resolution
is death. I am not happy but enjoy living. I read voraciously and write
sparingly. At the moment I am reading MARRY ME by John Updike and a
collection of short stories by Doris Betts called BEAST OF THE SOUTHERN
WILD AND OTHER STORIES.
I am at work right now. It is 9:20 P.M. I have been here since
4:00. I have done nothing but read and play with the games you sent me.
I also received a letter from my girlfriend in London. She is having
problems with paying her bills and there is nothing I can do to help.
I get off work at midnight and have tomorrow off so I plan on going
out to the bar where I have twice performed striptease in semi-drag. The
girls that work at the bar say I am sexy when I dance. I borrow make-up
and see-through gowns. I dance to songs off the juke box like "Cocaine"
by Clapton and "Woman in Love" by Streisand. The guys in the bar enjoy
my dancing too--except one guy last week who is a 1st Lieutenant. That
night I had to escape out a secret side door onto the street. He
followed me into a restaurant and demanded to see my I.D. I said, with
smeared make-up on my face, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking
about man." He told one of his buddies to call the MPs. I walked out of
the restaurant and got into a cab and disappeared into the night. He was
left standing on the curb, shouting for MPs.
I guess I could've been charged with "behavior unbecoming a service
member." Hi Ho.
Do you like "Gang of Four"?
When we meet again we will have to trip together.
I like your lyrics. Send me more
Greg
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