Petroleum

This letter (Below), inside a manila envelope with the heading, "Don't read but me!" was found on Market Street in San Francisco, California U.S.A:

Dear Jane,

I made it safely to San Francisco to head up the new special work project. Yet, concerning the incredibly dangerous nature of my profession, or more precisely, the dangerous unpredictability that follows my profession, since all our actions are performed when we ---Don't know what we're doing! I, as well, have decided to proceed without a moment of forethought, and or, reasoning, in an effort to start this new special work project just as random, just as unpredictable, as is the nature of my profession, and also, of course, the people in my profession, and, moreover, according to almost everybody, if this is done, this could, with a very high probability, lead to total failure, and maybe, just a little, but not a Federal (State only) catastrophe. And of course, we can, 'live with those numbers', nonetheless Jane, I'll try to get, 'as much out of it', as I can, just like you advised me,

Jane, you know me, and you know I work for BP! They care there.

Jane, I've included in this letter a picture of us at last year's anniversary party (Above photo). Also, I forgot to tell you; I'm drunk!

Love 'ya

Mother's Blunt Instrument

Recently on a vacation motivated by my traveling companion’s thoughts about, ‘tons of unparalleled joy’, plus many, “Let’s go’s," we packed our things, the dog, and put the car in drive. And for the next four hours, with me behind the wheel, the exclamations from the passenger seat kept coming, “finally, out of that gloomy, horrible … frigging cold!” Nonetheless:

I didn’t want to leave. Did the fact, as my traveling companion expressed, “This gloomy, horrible …frigging cold!” actually exist? I was skeptical; actually, I had downright diametric thoughts from those icy views. I wanted to stay where I was. I was happy. And to my traveling companion I expressed these thoughts every hour in their presence, verbally, “It’ll change,” I’d say. But the car was already in drive, with me depressing the accelerator. Nonetheless:

We left. Once there, I wished I had never …left. I soon realized my new environment resembled what I thought was ---not good!? And the hubbub concerning the locals was, “Oh yes, this unbearable condition is normal for this time of year, enjoy!” Nonetheless:

I thought this ‘Normal’, should have contained a little, if not a lot, ‘ab-normalcy’, to be …Okay. Because this ‘Normal’, was what I call ---never-ending, hellish, or, just unbearably hot! Nonetheless:

The sun beams above seemed to hook into you, and followed you as you moved, when you know ---that’s probably not true. But that’s what I believed, and when my traveling companion, who at one time considered this place, ‘tons of unparalleled joy’, waffled, and now said, “Geez it’s hot here!” I was confirmed of these views of our new environment. Nonetheless:

I saw this hotness, stop all thoughts, with physical activity, considered by me, to be suicidal, and soon, the feelings of desperation were cascading all over me. So I expressed myself out-loud to my traveling companion, “Let’s go home ---Please!” Nonetheless:

I thought …if I was ignored, or if my traveling companion didn’t think as I thought, or completely agree with me, and my last and only options were exhausted, I would, ‘in all truth’, try to dispose of my traveling companion, and in my hand at the grisly scene, I would hold the ‘so-called’ ---Blunt instrument! Nonetheless:


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