JADE THE OBSCURE
I’m pissed off at you guys! All of you! I’ve been reading your mag for about four months now and it is really far out. It’s even better than Ted Nugent, but that’s not why I’m pissed. All this time I’ve been reading CREEM and nobody’s said a fucking word about Ed. You know who I’m talking about. Ed. The guy who has to read all the mail from all the degenerates, homicidal maniacs, and Elton John freaks. And has to come up with something amusing to say to each. And what does he get for it? NOTHING!! Not a damn word of thanks or even a “Go to hell.” There he sits, in his little office, all by himself. Nobody to talk to. Nothing to do except read the obscene mail. Every day. We, Ed.. I want you to know that this is one person who appreciates you, who wants you to know that I think you’re doing a helluva good job and to keep up the great work.
Sincerely, An Ed. fan
Webster Grove, Missouri
(Go away, kid, you bother me. - Ed.)