Love Letters

 
I forgive you.

I was robbed at gunpoint by an addict (who jumped me from behind and took me down before putting the gun in my face). And while it was terrifying, he didn’t hurt me. Afterwards, I felt sorry for him, because you have to be in a terrible place to do something like that for a “living.”

So, yeah, I forgive you.

 
 

Yeah. Whatever. You’re an asshole dude. You are just going to have to live with that. But hey your blog feels sorry for you as do the commenters here. Some of us know the real deal. You are a loaded weapon. You should not be allowed within five feet of any woman with feelings. You lie to women. You use women. You might not be sticking needles in your arm anymore but you are still that guy. You should come with a warning label. All I can hope is that you get fucked over too someday. And really badly fucked over. And only then will you see. But we know that will never happen. Because life doesn’t work like that. Assholes like you? You chew them up and spit them out and somehow that makes you feel more like a man. You are anything but. But yeah, good luck with that. And I am grateful/horrified that I wasn’t on the other end of that text and yet horrified too to know that there was yet another girl on the end of it. Why women give you a pass time and time again is a huge mystery. Happily, it took dating a real man to realize what a real man is really like and all the ways you come up short. But anyway. You just kind of wasted my precious time. But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

 
 

hey patrick, so whats your point the world is shit and everyone in it a dumbass? are you the only smart guy and were all idiots to ridicule? i for one have had it with your little daily stories. inflate your ego on someone elses dime. maybe your pathetic groupie want to cheerlead your every word but im not on facebook to entertain you. and by the way your not funny just a sad small man trying to make himself look good at the expanse of others. consider us no longer friends and not just here on facebook fuck you.

 
 

Hi you don’t know me. But, I’ve read everything you’ve ever published. I even bought your French book, and I can’t read French. I find you and your life fascinating. I wish I had known you when you were a criminal. Your life was so exciting. How you live now must be a let down. You really don’t do drugs any more? Isn’t that horrible? I can’t imagine not getting high. Good luck with that. Please write a good book in English.

 
 

Dear Patrick,

I am genuinely hurt and authentically offended you would exploit our private conversation by posting a heavily exaggerated version of it on the internet. Is this what I am to expect of intelligentsia Los Angeles? I am not self-obsessed and my vocabulary does not include such a vainglorious word as sagacious. My art is my soul (which I graciously laid bare to you at last night’s reading). It is now bleeding. How could you be so imperceptive?

The “Sultry” not “self-obsessed” Poet

PS: I did not use authentic twice in our encounter.
PSS: fuck you.

 
 

yo suckass. fuck you. how dare you hurt my girlfriends feelings. you do not quote _______s poetry and shove it in her face. she is ten times the poet you ever hope to be. i saw you at the reading mr hollywood phony blond hair and leather jacket. i know who you are. i know what you look like. i know you live in hollywood. i will make my business to hunt you down. i will be at ever reading from now on forever. our paths will cross. you are going to regret all the bullshit on facebook. i am going to fuck you up. you can bank on it. bitch

 
 

Patrick,

I’m worried about you. Are you okay? These people you write about. Are they real or are you making them up? I do not want to tell you how to live your life, but they seem very negative. This woman poet and her boyfriend and smelly handicapped man are not very nice to you. Why do you surround yourself with such unfortunates? Ever since you were a little boy you have been drawn to negativity. I had hoped it was only a phase that you would outgrow. Unfortunately this does not appear to be the case. You told me Los Angeles was a nice place to live. But from what I’m reading it does not sound nice. Can’t you at least move to a better neighborhood? Do you really go out and buy coffee every morning? Isn’t that expensive? I could send you one of those pod espresso maker things. I have one and love it. You wouldn’t have to leave the apartment, or spend all that money, or see those horrible people. Are you depressed? Maybe if you associated with a better group of friends you’d be happier.

Love,
Mom

 
 

YOU ARE MY SOULMATE I WILL MAKE YOU
I EMAIL YOU PHOTOS OF ME NAKED
YOU SEE WHAT YOU GET AND YOU GET ME
I WILL HAVE OUR LOVE CHILD
I GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOU WANT
I AM ALL THAT YOU WANT
WAKE UP YOU ARE SLEEPING IN MEDIOCRITY
I AM THE GIFT AND I AM HERE

 
 

Dear Mr. Patrick O’Neil

Don’t know if you remember me. 2004 I was your client at __________ . I did not stay off drugs, in fact I believe you kicked me out of the program for being loaded. But what you said, who you are, and the way you treat people stuck with me. I am sorry to say that those few months were some of my better days. I did not make it back to recovery and now it is too late. But of all the rehabs and detoxes I holed up in you were the best counselor I ever had. I mean that. Wish I had listened to you. Always wanted to say thank you.

sincerely,
_______________
CDC#_________
San Quentin State Prison
Death Row
San Quentin, CA 94074

 
 

Patrick. If I may be so bold as to call you buy your first name. I am wondering if you have ever heard the good word about Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. He will forgave you for all your sins. As it appears you have very many to be forgaven. Only then will you be able to forgave your self. The Holy Spirit sent The Son to pay the price of our sins, by acceptance of the Son, we accept God in our live, and He forgaves us. Until you do this you will burn in Eternal Hell.

Yours In Faith,
____________

 
 

Pockets is this you ? Get in touch. Hope all is well. Like to know how timmy is call me.

Nubbs