East 180 Street
I am glad another letter from you has come as I feel like writing you, it is so much better than talking to anyone else.
My nerves are tied in knots today. I have plunged into one of my periodic neuroses, I call them "blue-devils", and it is like having wild-cats under my skin. They are a Williams famiy trait, I suppose. Destroyed by my sister's mind and made my father a raging drunkard. In me they take the form of interior storms that show remarkably little from the outside but which create a deep chasm between myself and all other people, even deeper than the relitavely ordinary ones of homosexuality and being an artist.
-Letter from Tennessee Williams