Slept ten hours, and woke up with a dry throat and a cough — a touch of a cold or something. Which sucks cockroach droppings.
I was sick in December, sick in March, and now I'm sick again? Bite me. I'm fighting back. Took ten vitamin C pills, with my extremely healthy diet of ramen for breakfast.
Spent the day working my way through the incoming zine mail, and peeing every twenty minutes or so, because every time I peed I took another vitamin C pill and chased it with another can of diet generic root beer.
I am not, damn it, going to let this bug have its way with me. Gonna kill it with a vitamin C overdose.
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And by sunset, all throat pain was gone. There's some snot up my schnoz, but that's all, and tilting my head just so, pinching one nostril and blowing everything out the other, I came close to hitting the syringe I was aiming for, out the window in the abandoned and littered patio below.
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Here's a small fraction of the mailbag…
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If you are ever at a loss for material, go to an AA or NA meeting. Plenty of stories in the naked city. Big drawback, though — lots of talk of God. It isn't really what the guys who started the organization wanted. It's supposed to be an individual's interpretation of their own 'higher power', but then they haul off and say the Our Father and it has all the elements of the Baptist Church.
At AA there were jillions of single or soon to be single men and women, as most of us had not been great relationship material. People discuss intimate things right off the bat, and they get close. It is better than any bar, for meeting people.
Also, addictive types tend to like instant gratification; their pacifiers are gone, and the only thing left is sex. So I would recommend developing some form of neurosis that is marketable enough to warrant a 12-step program. Debtors Anonymous, or I even went to Nicotine Anonymous twice, when I quit that heavy habit.
Watch out for the liars and zealots, same as in any group, but I guarantee you will get a date for coffee afterwards. So there is that option.
I have a zit the size of a cupcake on my chin.
—Pamela Smith,
Petaluma CA
This is the kind of letter I'd like more of. You aren't trying to sell anything or pry even deeper into my psyche than I delve in the zine. It's just a few paragraphs from someone else's head to my own, kinda weird, kind funny, kinda pertinent, kinda not.
My only major AA-style addiction is to eating too much, but it's usually not a habit I want to quit. I don't think there's an Introverts Anonymous, but being an introvert is about half of who I am, and I have no desire to give up half of me. Can't picture crashing the group, anyway.
Laughed at your comparison of AA to the church. I'll never be surprised at the ability of religion, and especially religious believers, to ruin any good intentions. —DH
... PS. You are not authorized to publish this letter unless it appears unedited, exactly as sent, and includes my complete mailing address.
—Dan Burton,
New York
And this is the kind of mail I'd like less of.
Dan, your letter is so long and boring, so angry about matters of no importance, I'm only printing the postscript, and only because it shows concisely what a twit you are. And it only shows it 'concisely' because I edited out the redundancies.
For future reference, please note, nobody tells me what I'm "authorized to publish." —DH
I'm addicted to 'grrrl' zines — they're so damn cute. Er, I mean, progressive and revolutionary. Heh heh. But seriously, they're a riot.
Life is fun when you make fun of life.
I got a letter from my school the other day, and it seems yet another teacher has complained about me. The latest criticisms: I can't think clearly and logically; I can't communicate effectively; I have a negative attitude. Everything basically translates to: I think for myself. I'm not a churchgoer. I don't deem the faculty or student body worthy of my attention (or anyone's). I'm a realist, hence the attitude.
I went to chat with various heads of various departments, and eventually got the disgruntled teacher's little evaluation put in the trash. It's ironic that this teacher claims I can't think clearly or logically, and yet I have an A in her class. She's so proud of her vocabulary, constantly using and misusing terms such as genre and paradigm and other funny-g words that she finds impressive.
College is a joke! I learn more from zines — even grrrl zines, heh heh. I bet I could learn more from watching television, and I certainly learn of hell of a lot more at libraries and bars.
They've got this neato trivia game at the bar. You get to use a big remote control and play against drunks from bars nationwide. Last night I lost to a girl (not a grrrl, just a regular girl) because there were far too many television-related questions and far too few questions about stuff that happens here on the outside of the television set. Stuff does happen out there, doesn't it? Or out here, I should say.
Well, I'm starting to go off on tangents like a fuckin' MRR columnist or something, so I'll say goodbye and go downstairs and get a beer or two or twelve.
—Jason,
Baltimore
Goes in the "more letters like this, please" pile. A pleasant journey across a mind muddled like my own, only different.
Nothing happens outside of the television set, Jason, and other than the beer and perhaps camaraderie, nothing much happens at college. Says this high school drop-out, anyway. —DH
Re your PL22 "bonus rant" — I had a problem with wearing underwear for too long. They turned all brown and sticky between ballsack and thigh. The smell was indescribably delicious. I flushed more than one pair down the toilet, because I knew I wouldn't be doing laundry for months, and I just couldn't take the stench. If course, they were briefs.
I used to go weeks without showering; once almost six weeks (ugh!). It was always like Xmas in July when I'd finally step into that stall with no curtain, displaying my flabby, zit-covered body to all who cared to see it. I like bathing. It just feels good, if it's done slowly. Hmm. I need to start taking my vitamins again.
Loneliness is a hard fact of life. I hate it, but I'm not holding my farts waiting for a change.
I'm moving to San Francisco. It's just a matter of three months or so. Any hints, tips? Where to live, etc?
—Joe Gallo,
Trenton NJ
Best letter of the bunch.
If you arrive with a big bankroll, Joe, you could get an apartment out in the Avenues, a nice quiet neighborhood with trees and parks and all that shit. Very boring. The scum of the slum is much more fun. And you want helpful hints?
Wearing a camera around your neck, or unfolding a city map in public, is like holding a big sign announcing that you're a tourist, new in town, and have money. "Please mug me," says the sign.
San Francisco (the natives hate the nickname 'Frisco') is probably safer than other cities, though, because of all the visitors, gawkers, conventioneers, and other rubes carrying their "Mug me" signs. Don't let yourself be perceived as vulnerable, and the troublemakers will go after the little old man in ridiculous cut-offs instead. Still, it doesn't hurt to carry mace or a switchblade, or both.
Once you're settled here, you'll want to sell your car — Frisco is a 47-square-mile no-parking zone, and anyway, the trains and buses are cheaper, quicker, safer, more reliable, and less hassle.
Be generous elsewhere if you wish, but don't give to panhandlers in your own neighborhood. If you give a dime to one bum on your block, word is out, and you'll never be able to walk the streets in peace again. "Spare change today, man?" Fuck that.
What else? Hmmm. Rent The Crying Game before you come west. Try not to look at a lesbian's cleavage. Dang, I'm full of good advice.
My very best tip is that you should buy me a burrito. Talking with my mouth full, I'll tell you everything I know about the city. —DH
From Pathetic Life #25
Tuesday, June 4, 1996
This
is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago,
called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but
might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting
things, so parental guidance is advised.