Subject : Jane Gibson?
Hey Toots
It’s starting to look like your a Gibson after all. You have absolutely no interest in family affairs, any type of development in education, culture, humanities, children, art, music, humanities, etc. – the genuine basics and life-blood of existence. For all I know, this could even be just one more sinister attempt by the government to keep wasting my time. They know my middle name and my mothers name. It sure looks like Vicki nailed you good if I’m even talking to a Jane Holmes. I have never achieved a single interest from her about anything in the universe to this day. I expect I never will. She just set out to steal and destroy a musicians children and she has accomplished exactly that.
I dropped 15 years of my life just dressing her up (anything she knows at all about anything – I taught her – painfully so) hoping that something would rub off and she could learn to appreciate something – anything! She just used it like a 3 year old that just found a loaded gun. Her first and only taste of power. She destroys everything she touches and I can’t see how she’ll ever contribute a single positive action in her entire lifetime. It looks like you’re heading down the same path, toots.
I have had to live in hiding for 20 years so these jealous assholes wouldn’t kill you. (Not even a thank-you?) Add the original 15 years of stupidity, chronic violence, having to play pathetic out-of-towners for years to trick her into learning a coulpe of cowboy songs, (you can’t take her downtown no matter how you dress her up) and you have the equation for any person’s life should they make the fatal mistake of presenting the gift of music to a Gibson. I can assure you that there’s not a single talented person in the country that is ever going to allow a Gibson near a child or a project and all your presumptions and possibilities are founded on the Gibson’s low-brow backstabbing protocol(s). You don’t have a prayer in hell. Why hasn’t anyone in your entire life wanted you to have anything with your father? Why hasn’t anyone told you that I was considered one of Canada’s most promising talents? You simply don’t have any real information to base your decisions on and you will just waste all your time like Vicki does. Until you clarify what’s in your soul and just what you intend to do about it – you belong in the Gibson camp. I would be happy to supply you with information about the real world you have been so violently denied but it just might be too late. The Nazi’s did the same thing with children and very few of them were salvageable. If you don’t speak up, we will just run for our lives like we do from any Gibson.
I have yet to reply to the last one, but I check the poorme account every two or three days. This was there today. Lovely thing, it’s like the world likes grouping my disasters and victories. Everything balancing out because everything is so important. Events eclipsing themselves over and over and over. I like it when life leads this way.
I think depending on the next letter, I may simply never reply. Perhaps he’ll stay incognito as he claims if I never raise my head. I haven’t found out anything I wanted to know. Where he is, what he’s doing. My questions haven’t been answered so perhaps this is only pointless. It would be ever-so-nice to discuss these with someone who knows the story, but I don’t know of anyone available. It’s frustrating, because this bears talking about. Unraveling and dissecting and I certainly can’t do it alone. I’m beginning to think I’m incapable or writing the letter that should be sent back to these. I’m starting to think I can’t do it.