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Sun. 9-15-68 Dear Jack

  Hows things?  I got in one demonstration march just because I felt you would approve, and sat in the street as the Guard slapped on their gas masks, cops moved down along the building walls and a troop-carrier rumbled up before us with a machine gun on its top, all crying as the NBC truck came up "The whole world watches!", very moving, and the red flag flapped against my cap.   No gas that afternoon so I figured myself a winner and went home.
  Which is rather mobile and indistinct now as Donna's and my divorce went through in June.   Somewhere there is a lack of communication, and must be my fault or maybe I would have a book out by now.
    I certainly do have your wrench and screwdriver and pliers still but I guess all writing types are no good, or that is what my first wife implied.   If you could overlook that temporary breach of faith I would ask a favor of you:
   Would you drop Spectopsky (?)   (I think that is his name, and think he is a friend of yours) a note, the articles editor, I think, at Playboy, and recommend me for a copy writing job at Playboy?   I am very tired of washing walls and it does not seem profitable.   I had such a job lined up at Monse Wards, but I failed the EYE EXAM.  Some humor, huh?  It would have been OK on the basis of my 4 articles, the last being the Vonnegut piece of May 7 '67 in