Open letter to friends, relatives and coworkers on my current situation

Bruce D. Burleson (
Thu, 21 May 1998 00:11:39 -0400

Hi Everyone,

(NOTE:  This letter is NOT a plea for money, so you can
continue reading without clicking on "Delete.")

I do this when I find myself compelled to send similar emails
to multiple people--that is, send the same email to everyone.
It saves time and my sanity, both of which at times may be in
short supply.  The only drawback is that I wonder how
appropriate certain paragraphs are for certain recipients of
my email.  But I suppose you are allowed to flame me, in
any case, if you think I'm outrageous.  (The last thing my
mother ever said to me before she died was: "Bruce, you're
REALLY 'out of your league!'")

As most of you know, I have reached an impasse with my
current roomate, for a variety of reasons.  It's a long,
somewhat stupid story which I won't go into here  Suffice it to
say that he was already 35 years old when I was born; he
accepts the reality and lifestyle of the downstairs neighbor 
(who I consider a drug-dealing sociopath who ought to have
been salinized at birth) because he doesn't want the police,
the CIA, the FBI, or any government representative anywhere
near the apartment.  Neither do I, frankly, but when the idiot
on the first floor threatened me because I said I'd turn him in if
he didn't stop his activities, I called the police.  They arrived 
at the same time as my roomate.  Since then, my roomate
considers me a threat, since I have an antigovernment web site.
But then, he's been collecting radical books since 1967, all of
which are on multiple shelves which make the apartment look
like a library... so I have to wonder what his worry about me is!!!

In short, I've been asked to leave by June 4th.  I've been
scrambling around, and scrounging together my finances, to
get out of here and into another situation on or before that

A few positive developments have occurred, however.  Firstly,
when my boss's boss's boss (Program Director) returns from
her vacation next week, my supervisor is going to try to talk
her into letting me move into a soon-to-be vacant house-manager
apartment up on Bradlee Street.  It would be temporary, but it
would also be FREE, meaning I can save a larger portion of my
income for a security deposit.  Ultimately I would like to have
a large apartment, with MY name on the lease, so **I** can
choose who lives with me.  :)

Secondly, there is a nice rooming house right next door to 
where I work.  It might do as a temporary situation (I can get
away from my 62-year-old roomate and then plan my next

The more I think about this rooming house, located down on the
corner of Park Street and Dorchester Ave (literally immediately
next door to my employment), the more I like the idea.  I had a
tour of the place tonight.  It has a nice kitchen, common area,
lots of bathrooms and showers, and the room they have
available is quite large.  Enough space for MY own little space,
i.e., for my computer, books, a reading chair or my sofa, and my

The place itself seems clean, pleasant and friendly.  What I
don't know about yet is rent... will find out about that 
tomorrow.  I'm assuming it's probably pretty low; typically
rooming houses in Boston never cost more than $65-$115
per week.

That's pretty much all I ask for in life anyway.  Living on my
own has trained me not to be too overly picky about living
situations, especially when hard-up for one.

(Uhhhhhhhhh, hhhuh huh huh hhuh huh, he said "hard up.")

It's also given me a sense of humor, I suppose...


The doors on each room are made of thick hard wood and have
secure steel locks.  The building itself is secure; any visitor
coming in or out have to buzz the specific room of the person
she or he is visiting.

The manager of the place lives on-site.  His name is Rufus, and
is an amiable fellow.  He seemed pleased to learn that I work
for the "next-door neighbors" (Paul Sullivan Housing), possibly
because his rooming house and the housing I work for share a
dumpster.  <<laugh>>...  Should be interesting to see how that
plays out.

I encountered several of the other residents of the building;
they seem nice; mostly people going through one kind of
transition or another -- i.e., divorce, thrown out by boyfriend
or girlfriend, etc., or people escaping homelessness.  In
other words, real people, who I can identify with.

What attracts me most to the place is the fact that the rooms
are so secure.  The place is literally like a fortress, and I like
that; the security of living in a fortress will give me peace of
mind.  Where I'm living now, I have to worry about whether
my beloved computer or 21-speed bike will be here when I
get home.  Not at 140 Park Street, I don't think.  I have this 
thing about security, having had my stuff ripped off at that
drug-infested dive up on Fairmount Street 2 1/2 years ago.
Who wants a repeat of that?  Not me!!

Well that's about it for now.  I will of course let you all know
what kind of situation I end up in.  I wish my brother had email,
since he's supposed to help me move... but oh well.  Take care.