I got your letter yesterday. It had been chewed, but most of it was legible.
Yes, I heard about that scene. Apparently, this character also keeps a purple-assed baboon on a lead, sometimes whipping the animal through a crowded café. 
So now you know why it went from a white to a red house. Some economists are saying it will cost a trillion dollars. Until they’re blue in the face “there is no problem”, they say. Have you tried stealing a bear’s honey? They can crush a skull easier than you can crush a gobstopper. These new weapons are everywhere and everyone has access to one. No-one knows who’s responsible anymore.
It’ll be arousing if the button does get pressed. Imagine how suddenly alive you’ll feel knowing the world is about to end. What will you do? I guess the baboon will be okay. They’ll probably fire a dart into the beast’s neck. For humane reasons, I suppose.
Can we only watch the show unfold?
 The Letters of William S. Burroughs 1945 – 1959, Ed. Oliver Harris. Picador, London. 1993. p. 273