13th
May 2012
Dear Cassi,
The wound I opened nearly a month ago was
far from ready to be worked. The memories I have wakened sent me into a deep
depression and even now I fight to clear the feeling from my head. I’ve been in
a stupor for some time now but then I’ve always been in a stupor. I’ve spent
most of my life in some kind of sleep and now I’m just fighting to wake up.
What jogged me today was the information
that my neighbor’s son had hit my car when backing out with his father’s truck.
This is the fellow I called Falstaff and he is very much a man. By this I mean
that he makes me look small even with the more than three hundred pounds of
bulk.
None the less my car has a cracked fender
and the alignment is off. The thing fells like it can’t take the road well. I
think what happened is that the fender cracked and the car was pushed into the
curb.
To say that I’m angry is a understatement
of some degree. My car wouldn’t have been in the street had it not been for
Falstaff’s father asking me to park their so he could do something to my house
trim.
Oh, yes, as another point I had to have my skylight
and other wood bits of the outer areas of my home painted or I would have lost
my insurance coverage. It’s been a difficult few weeks for me with that and school
and now this business.
Sometimes I wonder how much more I can take
Richard Leland Neal
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