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               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
         5/31/79   7:12 pm     tripp / udps / unidel
Dear Friends:
 
        Because of a little oversight the bastards who run
the apartments shut off the power, pulled out the phone and
will soon be shutting off the gas, goddamn it, and there
we were, sitting in the dark, having to use the generator 
light on my bicycle to see around in the place and the folks
upstairs had their power on, oh yeah, they were able to play
their damned disco music to their hearts content!  Like, 
what's going on, man?  I mean, goddamn city of Newark turns
my life inside out, you go to ask if they'll turn you back 
on and they hand you a pamphlet called, "Welcome to Newark."
Then, as if things couldn't get worse, the milk in the
refrigerator turns into cheese and the poster that the old
tenants left actually wasn't a gift of generosity but a
trick to hide the huge gaping hole in the wall and you live
next to the biggest mosquito breeder this side of Nicauragua
and everybody and his brother wants a $75 deposit on
something_________ and your dog growls at you when you visit home.
                
 
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               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
         5/31/79   10:11 pm     tripp / udps / unidel
whine / unidel  5/31/79  5:16 pm  anonymous / unidel
Dear Mr. Graper:
 
        You are paranoid and have delusions of persecution
that really get me down, man.  I mean, god, I mean like
the karma coming from your message just bashes headlong
with mine, you know?  Like, get into life and don't go 
haywire about little things.  Oh, and incidentally, I
want your $65 deposit towards that phone if you ever want
to talk to anyone again.
 
                Your Friend,
                Ma Bell