“Say man, what is all this? I just got back from New Orleans and the first thing I find is a threat from you people – some wild yap about jail and court and lawyers and such: what do you think I am – some kind of moneybag? Here I am trying to sell my short story trilogy, and you people hound me at every turn – howling and moaning about some idiotic debts! Who are you anyway? I never bought a damn thing from you people. What kind of rotten business are you in – that you have to hound people all over the country? I get a bunch of mail about every two or three months, and every damn time I get some, I find a threat from you!
What the hell are you trying to do, anyway? Don’t you realize that I can’t work with all this war going on us? ………….. You don’t understand the strain I am under: I am not the saem man I was a year ago. EWorrying about my work and money and jobs all the time is driving me crazy! I have to get my work published! Why don’t you talk to some publishers you know and get me an advance so I can write a novel? Then I’ll have money….then I’ll have it……..I won’t get these threats! I got a disease of some kind over in New Orleans and I can’t even go to a doctor! Everybody thinks it’s funny, but I have to get a job. ………Everybody wants to steal and drink and sex and take everybody’s money away from people who don’t even sell anything nd there’s atomic fallout everywhere and war is coming on. The whole is crazy and I don’t even have a job. You’ve got to stop threatening me! I’m not well – I have a blister on my leg and that damn disease on my stomach. I can’t even think what I want to say anymore…..this worry is driving me crazy………..Sincerely, Hunter S Thompson”