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September 21st, 2008 — Letters From America, Society, Sport, Travel
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“HIV! HIV! – Go fuck yourself!” she said. And then I woke up. Or maybe it was the other way round. Maybe a whore outside my door was actually cursing her punter and I wasn’t dreaming at all, and then, I woke up.
“Why you don’t want condom? Fuck you! I don’t like you.”
“Fuck you too” said the English-speaking white male voice. “I don’t like either of you. Fuck off! Go on. Get out!”
Across the hallway a door slammed shut and the two Thai whores continued their cursing. “You got no Willy. You got no Willy…he-he-he…Fuck you too! HIV! HIV!”
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August 7th, 2007 — Letters From America
Hi Toady,
How are you, Sweetheart? Fine, I trust. I hope you are missing me the way I miss you. At least, I shedded no tears yesterday. I hope the fountain dries up soon. Crying damages the area around the eyes, and as my eyes have always been too large and tend to attract other eyes, my already ‘back of a bus’ face is beginning to look positively ancient.
I don’t want your ‘friends’ to accuse you of robbing the grave. You know that they would prefer you to rob the cradle instead. They say one cannot teach an old dog new tricks, especially when that old dog has a mind of its own, but with a young dog now one can turn him or her into whatever one desires. Continue reading →
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August 5th, 2007 — Letters From America
Dearest Jimmy,
It is 1.25 am. I have started this but I don’t know if I’ll finish it. I have left my glasses downstairs. I am not sure that I am writing on the line, but even before I ask, how you are, and tell you how miserable I am; I must tell you about yesterday.
Sweetheart, I promise not to write any more heavy letters after 31st August. But I have to get everything off my chest by then. By the way, I am now wearing my glasses. Can you tell the first word I wrote with them on?
Yes, yesterday, my Toady. I kept going on but I was annoyed simply by watching the news and seeing the few blacks who turned up at the Martin Luther King Anniversary March. When asked the difference between this march and the one in 1963, many explanations were given. To me, it just seems as if it was about the “I am all right Jack Syndrome” all over again. Continue reading →
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August 2nd, 2007 — Letters From America
My Dearest Jimmy,
One more miss-you-night-and-day. Just cannot mention the hows because it has been an eternity. Still, I soldier on.
Thankfully, Sally and I have a good laugh now and then. She is quite funny when she is not worrying. Some people are eternal worriers. They see monsters everywhere. I tend to see the good side that most people don’t realise they have.
Deerfield, Illinois, feels like a billion light years away from the South side of Chicago or London’s Forest Hill. I am so glad you were not here yesterday. You would have been ashamed of me because once again I lost my temper with “the system.” You know how I hate people trying to put others into little cubbyholes because they don’t want to see changes that would eventually benefit the whole world. Continue reading →
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January 15th, 2007 — Letters From America
Dear Humpty-Dumpty,
I have arrived safely. The flight was uneventful. Apart from a pleasant conversation with a sweet elderly woman who asked me to exchange with her my 32G aisle seat for her 32H aisle nothing very much happened. She wanted to sit next to her family, and seeing that the family included a granddaughter of about seven or eight years old like my Kayley, I gladly moved over to H and found a magazine with a mine of information on the merits of certain cities with all the best places to see and be seen. It would be nice if yours truly were able to visit those places with you!
Do you miss me? I miss you my Guardian Angel. People on the plane must have wondered why this old fool was crying, but believe me; I just could not stop myself. I was so churned up with emotions that I had two Afro-combs in my handbag yet I could find neither one of them and had to borrow a comb from the flight attendant. What she gave me was totally unsuitable. So I arrived at O’Hare with my hair unkempt and my face shiny because I had left my powder compact in another handbag. I was in a right state. Continue reading →
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