June 22,
2017
Dear Mr.
Washburn:
I am
now going to borrow a Clint Eastwood line in a war movie when his character
says this to a British spy: “I’ve never been more confused in my life.” Same
here, after being told the Atomic
Homefront movie is sold out in St. Louis, then a woman from the same
advocacy group told me to buy a ticket, as if I had not just talked to the
producer. Maybe they don’t gossip enough like the housewives in my North County
neighborhood. I’m ready to sell movie rights about me because in 1970 I
really did flirt with the mayor’s daughter, and then my stepmother alleged I
was gay. This is called a “double bind” in psychiatry, I called it bullshit
when the neighbor said I’d be arrested for talking to Rene.
Oh,
they hate that intact memory!
I have
a memory that features the first Paramount Klingon carrying a later stolen by
the Sheriff backpack up the steps of a motel. The Sheriff breaks the law, the
Sheriff goes to jail. That’s the way I see it, and unlike in Missouri I might
even pass the California driver’s test in case the studio driver has a heart
attack on U.S. 101.
Trust
me, the 21 year old wants to make a movie, the 61 year old does not. The plan
is like the that medical joke that goes, “Watch one, do one, teach one.” Maybe
if her papers are in order, I can hire the Iranian woman who gave me a film
school hat. No? There’s always panhandling in silence with my anti-Obama sign.
I skipped law school but surely could have gotten a J.D. as evidenced by the
sign not asking for any money. Not many “street people” offer to park the cop
car for a gratuity at a famous in their own minds LA Mexican restaurant, but I
did.
Extremist
of all varieties wanted me on the Los Angeles County Jail bus, but I told the
deputy driver early on this was not happening. Odd how nobody has video of that
discussion. I am further allowed to think it was a Dodger player who encouraged
me to “Have sexual relations with them.” He put it differently, however in
using the “F-word.”
More
references?
Commissioner Kimberly Coon I made one call to her clerk and
then I’m holding open the Quick Trip door for police? Even if there is no cause
and effect, the problem is that the many crimes I need to report span the
nation, but at least the thieving stopped in Saint Louis County, if not
vandalism and death threats.
The
only,
William
C. Hughes
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06.22.2017
Dear
Dawn –
An
old rule of mine that started with Catholic priests is, “If you curse, then I
can curse.” Okay, you call Ben what? I’m going to now say “What’s with this
bitch?” and it is one of your people. What did I just say yesterday? Twitter tweets
are not an good form of communication. Seems to me I talked to your husband on
the phone. Seems to me I talked to you twice on the phone. If you suburban
housewives would listen in-person to a fraction of what I’ve been through since
I disconnected my A.T.&T. 710 phone in late October 2007 at 911 St. Rita
Avenue in Clayton, we could agree to not be smart-asses and do something
effective. Now, a smart ass “friend” of mine might say, “Where is Clayton?” I’ve
asked this about a Lindenwood female by that name for too long when I saw her
with gray hair and the same butt filling her jeans by the Sprouts grocery store
in Westlake Village. It wasn’t her?
Yes, it was!
What
is so important about that? She may have saved a little something and had some
kids without my permission, if you heterosexual females get what I mean. Gosh,
I’d love to have my photo back of her firstborn who looks nothing like his
supposed Ironworker daddy! So, what is the problem with Jan’s tweet?
First,
I was just told the show is sold out.
Now,
I’m supposed to buy a ticket with no clothes, decent shoes, or “nice” coat and
tie to wear at the Press Club in D.C. in order to run my mouth in front of
microphones Jerome King said he’d go get. Patty Power over two years ago said she
provides free ice water, and Melanie
Iardi gave me a tutorial on how you can pay more and put video on the
Internet. I recall saying, “Even I know how to upload a U-tube.” And you were
just there? Last time I was in D.C. a lady went by on the courthouse steps with
a special kind of briefcase we are not discussing.
No,
I do not have money for the Tivoli. If Dish Communications and movie publicist
Ashley Mariner wants to attend--and I already asked her--she would have to buy
the tickets. Get it? I am grateful Ashley straightened me out on who is the
publicist and who is the producer, then James Freydberg and you confirmed
Rebecca is the filmmaker in the house, as I suspected.
I
will not waste my mental health career, nor will I try to rebuild your V-8 engine
in the driveway. Do you people believe I told the St. Charles Flying Club owner
almost a year ago who I am and he does not argue? $109 to fly the plane, just
like daddy’s apartment number downwind from the landfill. This might not be a
“coincidence,” because they saw me
gawking at the aircraft in Portage Des Sioux. Sorry I figured out why the old TWA
ticket office was so fast & efficient for me and why the First Officer so
chatty. (Back when they were not “paranoid” about that sacred door)
I
will now continue beating my head against the U.S.D.O.J. “wall,” where spies
are supposed to toss the file over to criminal prosecutors. If that system I
wrote about in my book titled Gangster Nation were functioning
properly, you would have at least two movies made by me on a DVD and your shelf
by now. Instead, I do things like argue with Florida females, get angry, take a
walk by Mohammed Atta’s apartment, then later find out who lived there. I don’t
know how I do it!
Bill
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