I thought I’d drop you a few lines since this week makes
five years since we left Iraq.
I know you say you ain’t the same without ur leg but I hope
ur feeling better.
I’ll feel hella better when I throw out these pills for crazies.
Why does the fuckin’ V.A. give me pills when I say I need food?
Why don’t shrinks know people go crazy from hunger?
My partner died of AIDS last year so I got no one to talk to so I
went to Reno last month.
That was a big mistake, but the ticket was a free one way so I
figured I’d go see family.
My sister wouldn’t let me meet my nephew ‘cause I came out gay.
Her holy roller husband kept sayin’ he’d shoot me for Jesus.
So I spent the rest of my food money for a one way back to Frisco.
My family can kiss my faggot ass!
Oh well, that’s life for crazy fags and stupid war ‘heroes’
I keep hoping you’ll send me a card so I know ur alive.
I’d call but I can’t buy a phone.
I get $300 a month disability and it costs $200 for a week in a
crap hotel, so’s I won’t have a place for the next three weeks,
but please write to that address I sent anyways.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2018