11.07.2016
Dear
Mr. Burns:
Like
a movie in need of a happy ending, I came across your name searching the
internet for mine. Yes, it seems most all of us Hughes folk are from Wales,
most of my 2009-2013 wacky California acquaintances seemed to think I am surely
related to Howard the Aviator, and by implication the Howard Robard Hughes Sr.
oil money. If they were correct, this pays no bills today, or tomorrow, unless
I get safely out of Saint Louis, Missouri.
Why
am I here? Finding myself “stuck” in downtown Los Angeles after retrieving some
property in Ventura County, California I was approached by a Swiss woman who
offered to pay my train fare. I kept up with her via Facebook for a time, but
what is significant here is an embarrassing request for additional cash as I
feared I’d be ignored by unsympathetic family and financially successful
“friends.” I was correct, and Jean’s money went to a taxi before I found myself
sleeping on bus benches in my home town!
Can
you stop and fathom that? Lucky I was to visit Jean’s home called Bern in
Switzerland during my version of what young people are calling a “gap year.” In
1977, this was alleged to be “goofing off” or worse. Yes, I dared go without
wages for four post Political Science degree months, and stood accused of
smuggling hashish! As I now joke, “Must be my last name.” Today, my one-half
the USA poverty level pension income is not working out, however, given I spent
many years as a mental health worker and state bureaucrat, perhaps it would be
plenty as your new volunteer if someone is willing to house me.
I
have produced two heavily-researched book manuscripts, yet “almost” landing a
publishing contract pays no rent. Regarding my ten screenplays, I discovered
through brutality and inhuman behavior directed at me, the writer is never to
say “Not enough money” to a mighty Hollywood producer. Mine is an unbelievable
story that would certainly find an audience at any pub in Wales, but never
here. The neglect of my claim to talented English DNA has been ignored here out
of either criminality, ignorance, or an elegant sociopathic combination of the
two.
Please
consider me as a volunteer, and it would be fantastic to recover my vita from a
former employer without a court order. It’s that bad over here when it comes to
the name “Hughes.” This is why my maternal uncles confused me as a child by
saying, “You can always see a judge and change your name.” I refused to do that
in Hollywood, so therefore, I think it’s time to visit Wales and maybe stay
awhile.
Thanks,
William
Hughes
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