Letter 36

May 11, 2011


Dear Mom,


It's been longer than my usual 24 hours since I've written you mainly for two or three reasons. First, I presume you're enjoying your birthday/anniversary. Second, I'm trying to break myself of writing about the minutiae of existence in Close Management, although some detail does emerge from time to time. Third, I've gotten approved by Tallahassee for another G.E.D. exam on the 25th/26th of this month, and have been scrambling to make sure I am ready. From what I was told by the instructor for this wing of the building, the state capitol doesn't normally get involved. Guess I'm special or something.


I don't know if it is truer colors starting to show, me and my medicated perception of what is, or if actually other forces are at work here in what I am seeing. Whatever it is they might be, I'm just happy I'm not involved. I content myself with writing (and eating) while others grow enraged at various injustices they aren't able to correct, and at the end of the day I've got at least some peace about me while they are tearing their own property apart. I must have missed that part in school. I missed an awful lot of school, though I don't miss school at all. That was a very dark time for me. I already knew all I ever needed to by completion of my 8th grade year; the rest was only obligatory filling in of time.


So far, I've begun letters to Dad and Renelle as well, and they grow more voluminous and difficult to keep together daily until I get some envelopes to put them in. A letter just got here from an M. R. in Texas for Jesus, and he is thrilled! He passes on his gratitude and good wishes to you for your effort on behalf of him. That puts the petty ways we might conflict with each other in a whole new light.


Lesson learned: I need to finish writing quickly before it gets too dark (see other letter). On that note,


Much love to you,


James