The gadabout letters
Download 2 Mb.
|
- Navigate this page:
- Capitol Hill Ghetto Update
- AMERICA
Ten really kind remarks Joe and Danimal, These are people that will have a wedding website and continually email innocent bystanders about the updates. I have about ten really kind remarks I'd like to send in reply here.
۞
Neenah Coldstone, Hey. How are you? I realize that I called and left a message for you last week and you didn’t respond, but I figured I would just write and say Hello anyway. I hope this doesn’t make me a stalker again. I just found an old email from you when we went to the mountains, apparently, and then you were all stressed because it was fun but you felt like you should have been studying. I forgot about all of that for a long time. I don’t even remember where we went, but, apparently it was fun. We both said so in the email. LT ۞ Collect the $$ Joe,
Yes? This is strange timing. I just told Clara and left mom a vm that I was coming home after BT at RR to find a job. I cant stand E. Colfax neighborhood any longer, and the thought of getting up everyday looking for a job online for Chicago, then running around this dump is too much. I've had it with Portland and enough is enough. The LAW job is pushing things back anyway. I was supposed to start full time tomorrow. Now they say "two weeks" which will surely be "two weeks" in two weeks. $200/wk isn’t doing shit either. So, what did Chuck say? What was the reason? The sleeping IT guy was feeling pressured to do more than sleep? You finally put gramma-one-cube-over in her place? You told the gossipers talking about wearing shorts to work to shut the f#&% up, once and for all? Oh well, maybe we can take Martin to a cubs game. That would be cool. LT ۞
Clara, So I was just thinking about a solution I came up with as I got back to Portland (boy do I love this place, not only do I get to think about not seeing you for a while, living 30 miles apart, how lame Portland has become, etc., I get to cruise the length of Colfax from the highway to the shitway and take detours due to the fair…jesus.) anyway…the plan. It will work and we can start it right away!! We find a place in chicago with the help of apartment people (im working on that already), rent it as soon as possible and move there. Then, I leave my truck here, and just fly back and forth ($200/week RT tickets deducted from a $1000 ish a week salary is a lot better than no income at all!) on the weekends to be with you guys in Chicago where you are living full time and looking for a job/there for interviews/etc. and I just keep this job until either I get bored sick of the commute, or I find a job in Chicago, whichever comes first. Either way, I'll still be pulling in almost $800 a week!!!!!! As long as I have this lease, I can stay here while going to work at DU during the week. By the time its up, I expect I'd have a job in Chicago, then give two weeks at DU and wallllllahhhhh, never come back to this dump AGAIN~@!@@@!!! I am excited, can you tell by my excessive use of exclamation marks? YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LETS DO IT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Steve said he wants to. I asked him at Quizno's. xoxoxoxoxox
۞
To Jordan Fairway, Any takers? I say we get a crew together, meet up for happy hour after work, and do it up like old times. Maybe hit the Snug? The Black Crowes are playing tomorrow (Tuesday) night, but for 33$. Iron & Wine is a mere 20$. And Calexico is playing as well, although about them I know not a damn thing. LT ۞
Judge Elah May Pitkin County Court 5061 E Main Street Ste 300 Aspenville, CO 81611 September 28, 2005 Dear Judge Elah May, I came to speak with you this past spring to clear up my record that had (unknown to me until this past spring) an outstanding warrant in Pitkin County. My arrest/case originally took place in January of 1999. At that time I was assigned 20 hours of alcohol education. Due to a miscommunication between myself, the alcohol counselor (in Illinois), the Oregon DMV, and the Pitkin County Court, I received my drivers license back after completing 10 of the 20 hours. When I spoke with you this past spring, you allowed me until September to finish the ten hours and report back to you. I am writing to you today to say that I have completed the required hours. I have included here a copy of the paperwork as proof. I attended classes with the following institution: A.C.S.C., Inc. Portland, CO 60216
Sincerely, Leonard Treadway CASE NO. 99T29 ۞
Detective John Doe Court Hollis Police Department 400 Laporte Ave Court Hollis, CO 80521
Dear Detective John Doe, In March of this year I received a voice mail from you concerning a harassment problem with Roda Leeverson. At that time, I returned your voice mail to say "thank you" for your help because it had been many months at that point since I had asked Roda Leeverson to leave me alone and stop the harassment. You said you told Roda to leave me alone. She has not done so. I am sorry to bother you with this situation, as I am certain you are a busy man. However, it has been almost a full calendar year since I first told Roda to cease contact of all kinds. She still is sending me emails of a harassing nature, and I am no longer feel that I should have to put up with her behavior. I am also very busy with a new fiancé and full time career at the University of Portland. Roda Leeverson has a long standing personal history of child abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, several suicide attempts, acts of violence and general trouble with the law. She cannot be trusted, and I am tired of wishing this would "just go away". After explaining the situation to Officer C.J. Lowerty of the Portland Police Department in early March 2005, I spoke with the Portland City and County Court on March 29th of this year. At that time, the judge told me that if there was no "obvious physical threat to my well-being" there was nothing she could do. I would just like Roda to stop contacting me all together. She just will not do this. Below are just a few of the recent emails from Roda. I emailed her back to ask here for the hundredth time to leave me alone. She wrote back and said she was talking to the police. Is there anything I can do to get her to leave me alone? Sincerely, Leonard Treadway, M.A. ۞
August 31, 2005 Dear Judge Elah May,
I am currently attending classes: A.C.S.C., Inc. Portland, CO 60216 Thank you for your help in this matter. Sincerely, Leonard Treadway CASE NO. 99T29 ۞
Mon 8/29/2005 7:12 PM HH,
How’s things? 81+ sunny down here. Too hot for my blood. Better than New Orleans though. That place is messed. Remember when your buddy Amia Diorio stormed out of the Rippling Waters cabin? she took a lot of stuff, including The Jug. She even tried to take one of my Kerouac books. (as if that would slip past me.) Anyway, I want to come up real bad, so no arm twisting needed. The wedding is Dec 30 in cape may, NJ. You will be getting an invite when they go out. No worries if you cant swing a trip to the far reaches of the Atlantic seaboard. Whenever you can get the set done is cool. No rush what so ever. Me wants new, rad glaze. Im going to figure out a chance to fly to MT. more on that soon… Tell Lorenzo hello. LT ۞
1. So last night I was running around 9:30 pm, started at 14th, ran down to 1st, turned around the block and ran back up to 13th. On about 12th, I saw some backed up cars on the cross street, and heard a lot of honking horns, and one male voice in particular yelling his head off. So I get closer, round the corner and see this station wagon stop in front of a wiry man wearing a soiled "wife beater" tshirt, walking out into traffic and waiving his hands in the air. This was the yelling guy. So I see him go around to the passenger side window of the stopped station wagon. It seems he maybe knows the driver, but I could tell something wasn't right. All of a sudden the yelling man leans in and I see his feet disappear into the station wagon, diving-in style, the car rolls forward about two feet, lurches, and slams on the breaks. The driver gets out, waves over the guy who's stopped behind him, and starts yanking at the screaming perpetrator who'd dove into his car through the drivers side door. When the other guy gets there, they're both pulling on this still-screaming slime of an individual. Finally, they drag the dirtbag out of the station wagon, and pull him across the street, and drop him on the curb where he laid, rolling around, and hollering, until about six police cars and two ambulances showed up. The station wagon guy and his helper drove off like it was no big deal. 2. This morning I went to the post office to stand in line for a while. Some haggard, scantily dressed woman behind me came up and tried to pick up a piece of scummy paper that was stuck to the floor. Clearly it was some inch-long piece of garbage that had probably been stuck to the floor for years. She got all mad when she couldn't peel it up. Then she went over to the counter and started brushing imaginary dirt or dust from the top of it with her mail. She worked at this for about five minutes, getting in people's way, etc. Then she got back in line and pretended to drop her envelope (and, honestly, she acted as if she hadn't noticed she dropped this no. 10 size piece of mail from her own hand). The guy behind her, for some ungodly reason, went for the bait and said "you dropped your envelope". She said "oh, thank you", picked it up and then started talking to him like she was going to pick him up or something. The whole place makes me want to vomit. (except to pick up the rest of my stuff later on) I won't ever go back to Capitol Hill again. The place is a shit hole. Portland 06 July 2005 LT ۞ Mon 7/4/2005 3:36 AM Leah Starlight, Hi! On Thursday I am outta here-packing up the truck and heading home. and as I first came to this state in 1996 for a Red Rocks Allmans show, I'll be hitting her up one last time for the annual Blues Traveler Fourth of July tomorrow, and then I'm pretty much done. A double latte and a hint of nostalgia led me, today, to write up a little something that I thought I'd share with those of you who've, over the years, been around the various turns inside this maddening state. See you around. Enjoy! I'll have you know that your letters are the most genuine I get these days. By a long long shot. When I think about Portland, I'll forever think about crazy fkn Colfax, and the best part being the Tony Montana Booth (whether we have it or not) at that bar—and you. I just have to get out of here, you know, its time to go, but it's been a splendid, full-blooded, can't-give-any-more situation for the past two years. The best part is that I feel very much in love with Clara and I feel so happy about what is to come. But I have about ten close-to-my-heart folks in this mad world, and you, for sure, are one of them. You make the best of what you have going down there and I'll see you again soon. Onward! LT ۞ Sun 7/3/2005 6:48 PM So, if you guys want to meet here around 3:00 pm Monday we can head over to the parking lot, circle the wagons, and do a bit of the old tailgating tradition, or hang out in Morrison. Im a bit apprehensive to pile a shitload of people into my truck. That's how I got the DUI in Aspen. We'll see what works best. If you're coming, take Downing to 14th , go right. It’s the building called O'Neil Apartments right on the SE corner of 14th and Marion. Marion is one block east of Downing. 14th is one block south of that greasy roadway they call Colfax. LT ۞
Neenah Coldstone,
I am not really sure what you mean by putting quotes around "just friends", but at this point, it doesn’t matter. I'll be in Portland until Thursday morning, after which time I'll be in Chicago. I'll be back during the summer at some point, briefly, to help Clara move her things, and to get the rest of my stuff as well. There are a couple big Colorado poetry readings that the publishing company is setting up this fall and winter with other literary organizations, so if I don’t see you before I leave, maybe (if you're still at DU) you could come up (they are in the mountains) to the readings, we could have some drinks, hang out, etc.
۞
Dear Mr. Larry Bernard,
I attended a year of Post-Bacc studio classes at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago before heading out to Montana to shoot (and write news and editorials) full time. Bigfork, Montana proved to be too small of a town for even me, the mountain lover, and I had to find more, so I applied and was accepted to the DMS program for my M.A. at the University of Portland. I would like to send you a digital portfolio of some of my recent work, as well as some of the shots from Montana and other projects I've worked on since. I can email them to you right away. Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you for your time, Leonard
۞ Sat 6/25/2005 8:21 PM Dear Milton Dennison, I wanted to point out one last thing here, because something you wrote (below) rubbed me the wrong way.
You have to have completely turned around my stand on things within much of my writing in order to say what you have said below. It's exactly what that brain-damaged dolt of an ex-girlfriend (had to get a restraining order against her, etc.) used to do all of the time. Funny thing is, she was bi-polar, too, had a serious break with reality, and always believed everything she said. What I write has been called a social critique (of the very people and places I am surrounded by all of the time.) I've been to more places, met more people good and bad, driven more roads in this country than you could ever dream of, Suburban Boy. After you leave home for a while, you'll understand the magnitude of what I'm saying. You sound like such a chump, telling me to expand my horizons in what I choose to read, or what you called it—"required reading". That doesn't even make sense to me, however, if I told you the things I was ACTUALLY required to read and then present on for the M.A. graduate seminars, you wouldn't even understand the titles. But, I'll pass that one around, people who know me will find it truly amusing. Now fuck off for good. LT ۞
Dear Milton Dennison,
I think I'll just put you and your secretary on the "blacklist" (blocked emails) so that I don’t have to be bothered again. I will grant you this, your long, mad letters are unique in my in-box, for you and the secretary are the only people to attempt a tearing, like cornered tigers, into my autogenously composed stand in life. Signed,
This whole thing is insightful for a minute, then I start laughing because you are just plain old pissed off. It’s a joke, really, and reminiscent of the hallways of high school. Au revoir LT ۞
Hello Professor Billingstonvilletown,
Thanks for your help, Leonard ۞
Thu 6/16/2005 4:41 PM Jordan Fairway and DON CARLOS, Sanchos is two doors down from the carpet bar, remember that joint, oh so long ago...? Its all about two blocks from my place here in lovely capital hill. Im figuring I'll mix up the last of my white Russians around seven, party starts at 8, maybe head over around 830. If all else fails, the Snug is a couple doors down and there is always the chance of making out with girls locked inside one of those things. (unless youre engaged, and then your friends have to do that part.)
LT ۞ Download 2 Mb. Share with your friends:
|