George Wilson

Dear diary June 23, 1925,

one more extensive day a work today. my boss, a tried excuse of a man, just let off 3 more people today, witch means longer hours for us, and less people to worry about for him. although the day is lengthy, it is worth it to know that my admirable wife Myrtle, has everything she needs and wants. waking up every morning and seeing that glow on her face before i head to work.

Although one has to wonder what this beauty does all day when i am away. she does not work, she surely does not clean, what does she do beside shopping all day? Myrtle is a party girl, and she has been this way since we met, i dint mind this considering the only thing she likes to do at parties is to show off she dresses and shoes, to try and make other women infatuated with her life.

I dream of giving her the life she deserved.a beautiful house in west egg, i closet for her she couldn't even imagine and months off so we could spend all of are time growing old together, drinking wine, divine dinners, and relaxing in are luxurious house. alas i can not think of how i might achieve this dream. I'm afraid that a dream, a pure though, is all it will be. I've consider every option, making and honest living or lying and cheating for the money like toughs scumbag speakeasy owners who smuggle alcohol to make a quick buck. I don't think i would be able to live with the deception and guilt like one of them New York types.

although Myrtle is an honest woman and i know she would never devise me, rich or poor. she would still love me living her for the rest of our life than a mansion in west egg. although i can give her ever thing she desires are love still grows stronger every day.