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numerous to name. God only knows what will happen to Reed, he was arrested last week for robbing and beating the proprietor of a grocery in Bowling Green. He was going to enter University of Louisville at mid-term after being expelled from Stanford. Now, needless to say, he will not enter Louisville. 2 [â¦]
I can see that your ambition to get into Hollins [College] by hook or crook remains as strong as ever. But supposing that you donât get in there (forgive me), where will you go? As for my coming to New York, I could have come this week, but decided that it would be too short notice to get anyone down to drink with me. We have a boy whoâs fighting in the AF boxing finals and I could have gone with him had I wanted to. If I had gotten your letter a day or so sooner, I would have come. Unfortunately, he has already gone. The tournament is from March 4 through March 8. However, my latest project is an effort to get a position on the Armed Forces Press Service staff in New York. I probably wonât be able to land it, but Iâm trying anyway. Iâll let you know how I come out. If I make it, that means that Iâll spend the rest of my hitch in New York, writing whatever they want me to for the weekly publication: a pretty soft deal. [â¦]
I was getting along pretty well with my AF buddies until recently, when I seemed to run amuck and burst out in flames. Last week, nine sergeants simultaneously filed charges of insubordination against me, I was arrested on three charges of operating a motor scooter in a reckless manner, and was found drunk in the office in the dead of night for the second time. About a month ago, they found me passed out on Colonel Evansâ couch at 7:30 in the morning after an all-night orgy. I am scheduled to see the commander about all this either tomorrow or Tuesday. It should be an unpleasant visit, but nothing like the wild inquisition I was constantly attending at Scott. I shall survive.
I was finally forced to sell the huge Chrysler. It had deteriorated to the point where I was getting 7 miles to the gallon, throwing 2 quarts of oil every 100 miles, and was just too damn expensive to operate. Some idiot bought it for $60, after I had sold the hub caps for $10, the radio for $20, and stripped it of everything of value. He immediately shelled out $23 fora license, $86 for insurance, $21 for a muffler and tailpipe, and will soon have to buy at least 2 tires. I bought a motor scooter for $50. At least itâs transportation. [â¦]
Before I go, I repeat my invitation to come down and see me whenever you can. With all your flitting about, you should be able to drop in on me for a few days. Of course itâs a bit cool now, but the beaches will begin to come to life again any day now. If I donât get the AFPS job, I hope I can stay here for the summer. Itâs nice.
Letâs be a little quicker on the reply this time!!!
Until then, I remain â¦
rebelliously,
Hunter
P.S. Are you still getting fatter and fatter? My new address is on the back of this sheet. If you arenât too fat, how about sending me another picture of you. The two I have are a little old. But I gaze fondly on them in moments of reverie.
TO GERALD âCHINGâ TYRRELL :
Although Thompson was enjoying his journalism career, he was becoming desperate to get out of the Air Force. Much of his energy was devoted to pursuing an honorable discharge.
March 10, 1957
Eglin AFB
Fort Walton Beach, Florida
Mon ami,
My apologies are abject, my heart is down, my head is spinning around, I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town. The procrastination of it all is humiliating. Fain would I have written sooner.
None of this makes much sense, but I do apologize for not having written sooner. Between both of these damn jobs, I never know whether Iâm coming or going. It came as something of a shock, after leafing through my files, to find that the last letter addressed to you bore the
I can see that your ambition to get into Hollins [College] by hook or crook remains as strong as ever. But supposing that you donât get in there (forgive me), where will you go? As for my coming to New York, I could have come this week, but decided that it would be too short notice to get anyone down to drink with me. We have a boy whoâs fighting in the AF boxing finals and I could have gone with him had I wanted to. If I had gotten your letter a day or so sooner, I would have come. Unfortunately, he has already gone. The tournament is from March 4 through March 8. However, my latest project is an effort to get a position on the Armed Forces Press Service staff in New York. I probably wonât be able to land it, but Iâm trying anyway. Iâll let you know how I come out. If I make it, that means that Iâll spend the rest of my hitch in New York, writing whatever they want me to for the weekly publication: a pretty soft deal. [â¦]
I was getting along pretty well with my AF buddies until recently, when I seemed to run amuck and burst out in flames. Last week, nine sergeants simultaneously filed charges of insubordination against me, I was arrested on three charges of operating a motor scooter in a reckless manner, and was found drunk in the office in the dead of night for the second time. About a month ago, they found me passed out on Colonel Evansâ couch at 7:30 in the morning after an all-night orgy. I am scheduled to see the commander about all this either tomorrow or Tuesday. It should be an unpleasant visit, but nothing like the wild inquisition I was constantly attending at Scott. I shall survive.
I was finally forced to sell the huge Chrysler. It had deteriorated to the point where I was getting 7 miles to the gallon, throwing 2 quarts of oil every 100 miles, and was just too damn expensive to operate. Some idiot bought it for $60, after I had sold the hub caps for $10, the radio for $20, and stripped it of everything of value. He immediately shelled out $23 fora license, $86 for insurance, $21 for a muffler and tailpipe, and will soon have to buy at least 2 tires. I bought a motor scooter for $50. At least itâs transportation. [â¦]
Before I go, I repeat my invitation to come down and see me whenever you can. With all your flitting about, you should be able to drop in on me for a few days. Of course itâs a bit cool now, but the beaches will begin to come to life again any day now. If I donât get the AFPS job, I hope I can stay here for the summer. Itâs nice.
Letâs be a little quicker on the reply this time!!!
Until then, I remain â¦
rebelliously,
Hunter
P.S. Are you still getting fatter and fatter? My new address is on the back of this sheet. If you arenât too fat, how about sending me another picture of you. The two I have are a little old. But I gaze fondly on them in moments of reverie.
TO GERALD âCHINGâ TYRRELL :
Although Thompson was enjoying his journalism career, he was becoming desperate to get out of the Air Force. Much of his energy was devoted to pursuing an honorable discharge.
March 10, 1957
Eglin AFB
Fort Walton Beach, Florida
Mon ami,
My apologies are abject, my heart is down, my head is spinning around, I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town. The procrastination of it all is humiliating. Fain would I have written sooner.
None of this makes much sense, but I do apologize for not having written sooner. Between both of these damn jobs, I never know whether Iâm coming or going. It came as something of a shock, after leafing through my files, to find that the last letter addressed to you bore the
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