... How do you like my drawings and my play? You know what? Tomorrow's Friday!! That means I can spend the whole weekend in my room, listening to C.H.U.M. and write, draw, do plays to you or play cards. (Solitare Whoopee Whoopee). We bought a house on the east side of Bay Ridges. Everybody else, even Grandma has seen the house, I don't even know what idiot country it's in! Jeez, I love the way they make sure I like the house I gotta move into. Well, darling, please write. I can't think of anything else to tell you. Except of course, I love you, please remember that.

Much, much Love,

Sheila J. Me xxxooo---

P.S. Give my love to my science harem
P.P.S. Take a look at my drawings and my play and tell me what you think.

Hello Again Alan May 8, 1971

What are you doing? Getting into trouble probably?!!? Last night Cris Beal took me to 'Fun Night' up at our school. You see each homeroom had to think up some sort of activity to do. Our homeroom got out an old '57 Dodge, painted teachers' names on it, and let kids take out their frustrations on the car with a sledge hammer. So yesterday I went to school and never bothered to come home and stayed until 11:00 last night for 'Fun Night'. I have a new problem: Cris Beal and Werner both want me to go around with them. So they are both trying to kill each other...Do you know what my ex-friend Karen Jobber did last night? You see, she was supposed to spend the night at my place. Well, she was jealous as hell, because Cris and Werner were dancing attendance to me all night. She kept making remarks about siamese twins (think about it) and then finally she took off on me. When it got to be time to go home she decided she wouldn't come after all. Great, I have to walk all the way home alone. While I was on the way home, she had got home with Jo-Ann. Karen says to her mom when she was asked why she hadn't come home with me, "Oh, I haven't seen her, she was, I think, going to go over to the Shack (drug, sex hang-out) with Cris and then going home with him. Her mother phones my father just before I got in and tells him Karen's pile of lies. He takes a fit. I go to bed, mom gets home, phones Mrs Jobber and tells her what really happened. Now Karen's in big trouble. She knew I wouldn't be home when her mother called so I couldn't defend myself. Now Karen is not a friend of mine. She is a fuckin' stupid useless bitch.