Letters Thursday: Volume 4

Dear Bethany,

I don't understand you. I wonder if you were dropped on your head [not when you were born, but] recently? I swear I try pretty hard to keep track of what my condition is in the research we are conducting. When I come in I know whether I am the experimentor or the confederate. I keep track of that shit. It isn't hard. This isn't child's play. This isn't a game. People conducting research are trying to accomplish something. They are trying to seriously find something out about human nature. And you can't even come in knowing what the fuck it is you are supposed to be doing. And quit complaining/mentioning that you live in Negaunee. No one cares. If you need to look unattractive I'm sure you can manage without tripping to home. Besides, your kind of ugly anyway. Now, get out of my face and quit botching the shit out of this experiment.

Unattractive for no good reason,
- U.D.L.