Wednesday, November 18, 2009


ORIGINALLY, upinthebreadfruitree was thought as what it will be
now, with this letter. JANE is not a fictional character, used to live
in Northampton, MA. Her relatives were a dead father I met (before), mother and
two sisters, with residence in Cape Cod, a particularly picturesque area
of MA. One of them used to go out with Ricardo Arieta, brother of Nick Arieta an excellent conga player, better perhaps than yours truly, both originally from New Hampshire. If you think it is well
written, It is. Exceptionally well, but no surprise since she went to study to Chapel Hill, in South or North Carolina a degree related to script,
novel or whatever writing. Enjoy it.

Dear such and such,

You must be wondering where the hell I am and what I'm doing- Well,
me too! Everything 's different since I last wrote- My father did not die
yet-Honestly, he's like thata guy in Monty Python's Holy Grail movie who's supposed to be dead from plague and get thrown on the cart with all the bodies- He keeps saying "I 'm not dead yet!
I really think I might recover". and the guy with the cart says "Oh come
on now, you know you'll be dead by morning"- Finally, he chunks him on the head and throws him in the cart.

Not that I want to clunk my father on the head of course-But his comebacks from the brink are amazing-The doctor came in the middle of
the night to give him morphine a few days ago and said the end was momentary-But even the doctor, who knows him by now, said
"Then again, knowing Henry, he could be fine next week sitting up having
a beer"-Since he perked up and I decided to my stuff down here to NC and try to get back before anything happens to him- So far, so good- We
left Thursday night on schedule, got here Friday,(Bellavista, Cape Cod),
evening, yesterday I went over with Sunny (Wayne's sisters who say Hi to you), to see the apartment that's attached to the rear of the building she
bought to make into a roadhouse/restaurant (Pearl's Harbor, remember?) Now she's decided to have Earl, her lover, put his woodworking shop in there instead of on their land and I'm renting some
woodshop space in the and moving into the apartment.

Instead of having to store my stuff and then move it again to an apartment I just finished putting it all in the empty woodshop space and when I finish painting the apartment and converting a room into a kitchen I can just move my stuff into the apartment in the same building.

It was pretty grueling getting everything, even the heavy stuff unloaded alone, but I just got done + had a lovely shower outside here at Joanne's
+walked around the yard naked working the binks out of my muscles (Wayne + Joanne went grocery shopping +its heaven to their little house +yard all to myself for a few hours.)

Joanne and I are getting along fine but the baby was wacky after all her travels so she couldn't help me much with my stuff. Wayne and I are trying to get along but it is difficult of course. It was my mother's idea
to get him come north and be with Joanne and help me move- It was
a dumb idea and I shouldn't have gone for it because he was grudging
and nasty most of the way- He is like a two year old, everything revolves
around him, his needs his wishes- And because he was "not in charge"
of the moving he was pissy every step of the way if Joanne and I had to stop to rest, etc-..


Fellow Americans and Intercontinental
visitors, is this an excess of wordiness?
God damn! I will continue later I am
totally worn out.


Jane Madden was a good spirited soul, however
had a great defect, was unable to deal with
Soon after Antigonum Cajan's alter
ego went their ways, she was in the
arms of some southener negro. In
one of the letters she wondered why the negro's
relatives rejected her softee pale white ass.
Believe it or not.

you are one click away from it
will bring the
CIRCA 1985
to all fans and foes

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