... jusgot a letter frum my old best friend, doin 25 in a federal pen, im gonna come home but he siad till then can i look over his 3 children, they wake em up at 5 a m for froot loops, drinked up in wite over rough black boots, usto drive a lex sipin jin an juice, now we need money for sum chips an soups, run around town with a sack of rocks,
(
Read more... )