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Neil,
So it's fucking boring down here. I don't know what I expected out of Texas, but so far it's been a lot of the same as Kansas was. And it's hot like you wouldn't believe, and it seems like the AC breaks down every other day. I haven't felt heat like this since I was in the Gulf. At least here you can get some decent beer. And the food is fantastic. Everyone here's got boots, giant hats, huge belt buckles. Pretty much like you'd think Texas would be, except maybe you'd think it's like one of those stereotypes of a place that ends up not being true once you get there. But it is.
I'm not sure what made me decide to do this. It's boring, like I said. And I was remembering what you said about New York, and I figured you must be getting ready to go there soon, if you saved up enough. I remember how that felt, just wanting to get the fuck out, except the place I wanted to get the fuck out of was New York. Grass is always greener, right? Just be careful, if you're still going. Whatever you think it's like, well, I hope it'll be everything you want it to be. But watch yourself. There's rough people floating around there. Rougher than you probably ever met in Hutchinson.
And here I go, sounding like your fucking dad. Maybe I won't even send this. I haven't decided yet. It feels like a strange letter to send, but a lot of shit is strange these days.
I'm thinking I'm not going to stay here that much longer, if I can get reassigned. I don't know where I'll go next. Anywhere, maybe. I'll let you know. If you care at all.
Thing about it being boring is you have way too much time to think. That's how it was in the Gulf, too.
Write back if you have time. If you want to.
-M
So it's fucking boring down here. I don't know what I expected out of Texas, but so far it's been a lot of the same as Kansas was. And it's hot like you wouldn't believe, and it seems like the AC breaks down every other day. I haven't felt heat like this since I was in the Gulf. At least here you can get some decent beer. And the food is fantastic. Everyone here's got boots, giant hats, huge belt buckles. Pretty much like you'd think Texas would be, except maybe you'd think it's like one of those stereotypes of a place that ends up not being true once you get there. But it is.
I'm not sure what made me decide to do this. It's boring, like I said. And I was remembering what you said about New York, and I figured you must be getting ready to go there soon, if you saved up enough. I remember how that felt, just wanting to get the fuck out, except the place I wanted to get the fuck out of was New York. Grass is always greener, right? Just be careful, if you're still going. Whatever you think it's like, well, I hope it'll be everything you want it to be. But watch yourself. There's rough people floating around there. Rougher than you probably ever met in Hutchinson.
And here I go, sounding like your fucking dad. Maybe I won't even send this. I haven't decided yet. It feels like a strange letter to send, but a lot of shit is strange these days.
I'm thinking I'm not going to stay here that much longer, if I can get reassigned. I don't know where I'll go next. Anywhere, maybe. I'll let you know. If you care at all.
Thing about it being boring is you have way too much time to think. That's how it was in the Gulf, too.
Write back if you have time. If you want to.
-M