January 11, 1964
For a few minutes I actually thought the world was going to be a better place. But only stupid little kids really think the world will ever change, and I think it's basically getting worse all the time.
Did you know that things are getting out of hand in Nam? If I wasn't bisexual, on drugs and with a record of mental illness I'd probably be over there now, getting shot at. I went into my meeting with the draft board, chewing a couple of big traquilizers (Placidyls, I think). I shouldn't tell you that, you probably aren't into experimental drugs and don't want to hear about other people's freaky sexuality. I mean weren't, and didn't…
But you were so young, maybe you wouldn't mind hearing about the things kids get up to, and you had all those great parties so it's not like talking to my grandmother about it.
It was really brave what you and your brother did with the desegregation. Now everyone in the US can have an equal opportunity to get a terrible education. It's like you almost really cared, and that's rare in a public official.
The president isn't supposed to care, or try to change things. So that's why they couldn't let you keep on being the president.
I was in a bar in Ithaca, NY on November 22. There was this football game- the Orangemen vs…I can't remember. It was on the tv above the bar. NBC breaks into the game for a Special News Bulletin.
And it's like- none of us ever thought something like this could happen. I mean, why? I was numb for maybe two months, but then it was probably an even bigger shock to you.
I wrote you a song. It's the only thing I knew how to do.