Brian Matthew Kessler
XXXX Carol Road
Union, New Jersey 07083
(908)/687-XXXX (House)
(908)/687-XXXX (Bedroom)
Sun in 29 Degrees Aquarius, 1992
Melissa Timmerman
XXX 49th Street
Brooklyn, New York 11220
Dear Melissa,
What's up. Just got your letter from Marc earlier today. He never mailed it since he forgot to and then it became a few days before the hearing and he figured he would be able to give it to me in person. The hearing was earlier and I feel it went well. Here is the article I submitted to the ARGO (our school paper):
Since then, I have had a front page article on my case, as well. A friend of mine is writing another article on the case, and I plan to right an article on how this all turns out. All told, I think it is safe to tell Andy I got my fifteen minutes. (In case you missed it, the last sentence is a reference to Warhol's statement about fame.)
As you now know, the problems with my old room mate were resolved, as I got out of the room and moved into a room which was much more pleasant, only to be booted in this whole mess. Even if I win the hearing, I will not get my old room back.
I was going to go to that Overkill / Biohazard show (I assume you ment the one at the Ritz towards the middle of January). My brother won tickets and went with his friend Jay. I could not go because I had to go college registration day to complete my incomplete schedule.
On the bright side, I met a girl named Jasmen, while I was waiting, and things were working out very nicely between us (to put it mildly)... although with all this shit with the hearing, I am not sure what is to become of that. She has been supportive, but I haven't seen her since they booted me. I have made several phone calls to her (so I have been dreading my next phone bill). I was expecting her to be at my hearing but for some reason she did not show up. I left a home made Valentines card with a gift (an inexpensive necklace with an ankh on it) with her roommates for them to give to her. From a phone conversation I had with her a bit later I found out that she liked both the card and the necklace. I also found out that she had to go to a job interview being that she is desperate for a job and the people giving the interview said it was now or never... she still doesn't know if she has the job.
Trying to figure out the concept of "the guy I'm supposed to be breaking up with some time this week"... being that your not married, its not like you have to go to court to get an official divorce... I would think if you plan to break up with someone there is no time like the present... the way it sounds is as if you want to dump him, but social pressures demand that you have a boyfriend and you don't know where else to look and don't want to be left alone... thus "some time this week" will inevitably go from "this week" to "this month" to "this year" to "this decade" to "as soon as I can afford a divorce lawyer". If I am right, I suggest you say to hell with society and its warped needs for social acceptance... just do it. Sooner or later someone else will come along and take his place and probably do a better job. Aside from a couple local bands at my school, I haven't seen any bands lately. I may go see the Cramps at City Gardens on Friday. I missed Ozzy Osbourne because of lack of transport and money, but I say a play at school with Jasmen and without going into details, it could be said that the night following the play through to the evening of the next day were quite enjoyable... so I have no regrets about missing Ozzy or the next days classes.
Nothing exciting happened over winter vacation... I was planning to go to the City several times, but I kept oversleeping. I then got the flu and that lasted till the end of vacation. On New Year's I went to my friend Eric's New Year's party. I let them con me into drinking one shot of Vodka and a cup of Shampaine (sp?) since it was New Year's.
My parent's trust me, they just don't trust my judgement and they trust my friends even less... granted I don't trust my friends either... I would have to be suicidal to do so... credit card thieves, whore mongers, drugies, alcoholics, womanizers, pathological liars, vandals, to list a few of their better qualities... of course I don't tell my parents most of that.
Nocturnal is my natural way also... although all the shit with the hearing must be putting more stress on me then I realize because I have been going to sleep extremely early... between 2:00 am and 3:30 am, and waking up extremely late... about 2:00 pm.
My birthday is Sun in 10 Degrees Leo, 1973 (or July 31)... (The date up top is equivalent to February 18... I got bored of using the normal calendar so I am now going by the zodiac). Sun in 10 Degrees Leo is the Eve of Lammas. Lamas is a spirit which comes from the South and represents burning wind and fire.
I went to see a musical earlier tonight. Originally I was expecting to stay home since my parents only had three tickets (they were not expecting me to be home) but my dad backed out. The show was called Grand Hotel. It was pretty good... it was about the most expensive hotel in Europe and a bunch of people who go there having diverse problems. In the end, they each had more problems then when they began... don't really feel like doing an indepth report on it at the moment... if your really interested, ask me in your next letter.
More samples of my writing? No problem... whipping out folder... here is a nice controversial piece:
Here is something I should send to Congress... see if they would pass it:
Here's some policies on how to live life:
Theorems For Living
Here is a poem I wrote:
Here is a sample of my fiction writing:
That's enough for now... there is too much more to send everything at once... I can send you more later.
Yours truly,