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Thursday, December 13, 2012

zombies live forever.

here's a classic letter that i found in a box of old photos and letters. i have not changed any grammar, punctuation or language  it's just the way it could be back then in the so-called 'new age,' in general, certainly in my family. keep in mind i had not seen my mom for several years. i still get a kick out of it:

may, 1977.
dear howard;
i had a telephone call today that upset me very much from a mrs. fromstein. she was crying on the telephone because of what is happening to her son. what makes you think that you have the right to convert a good boy into a zombie, and then send him to india to become a convert to your way of life?!! when are you going to wake up to realize that you are brainwashed into a totally unrealistic world? you are, if nothing else, starving yourself and you are going to kill yourself from malnutrition. no one can exist without food, not even you, because no matter how your mind tells you otherwise, your body is a machine that needs certain things like food at several intervals a day. why can't you shake yourself out of the lethargy you have enveloped yourself into and come alive to know what you are doing to yourself. he dictionary gives this meaning to the word 'zombie'. 'someone little smarter or livelier than a corpse,' or 'the body of a dead person given the semblance of life by a supernatural source.'
if that is what you want for yourself, okay, but for all that is good in this life and for the sake of a family, keep your influence off another human being! i don't know who was responsible for you becoming what you are but i don't want you being responsible for doing it to another human being. i am no longer going to accept or condone something that is reprehensible to me and from now on i am going to tell you exactly how i feel and in this way i may be able to snap you out of the horrible wasted life you are leading. wake up? before it is too late and you are so wasted away that you will be unable to regain the health and vitality. don't waste what had all the earmarks of a good and useful life. come home and let us help you regain what you have lost.
mother.

1 comment :

  1. Tough love! Did you and your mother reconcile?

    Nice to read your post. Mary Lou

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