from Fred’s letter…

“so bob came back bringing the wife of the junkyardman

who pushed us out into the street,

but while she was backing up to get herself in position

to push us

ass backwards down the street,

a fella in a Pontiac came up behind her,

shaking his head and raising his hand,

so i got out and shook my head,

and he pushed bob down the street

while the junkyard lady came up behind him,

picked me up,

and we all went down to the Conoco station to drink cokes…

man, the Conoco man was up-fucking tight after watching all this from his cracked neon window!”

9/25/73