My gone cold I'm wondering why I. got out of bed at all The rain clouds up my window. and I see at all And even if I it'll all be gray, but picture on my wall It me, that it's not so bad, not so bad.
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Dear Slim, I wrote but you ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the I sent two letters in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call I'ma name her I read about your Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some who didn't want him I know you probably this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your and your pictures man I the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat Anyways, I hope you get man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your fan is Stan
Dear Slim, you still called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your you didn't have to, but you signed an autograph for Matthew my little brother man, he's only six years old We waited in the blistering for you, four and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his idol He wants to be just you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just like bein lied to when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you you write back - see I'm just like you in a way I never my father neither; he used to always on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're in your songs so when I have a day, I drift away and put 'em on cause I don't really got shit else so that shit when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo of your name the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you it My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one She don't what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll lose yours, Stan -- P.S. We be together too
Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't it? I know you got my last two I the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you it I'm in the car right now, I'm 90 on the freeway Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you me to drive? You know the song by Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that guy from drowning but didn't, then saw it all, then at a a show he found him? kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a downers now, I'm drowsy and all I was a lousy letter or a call I hope you I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall I you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't and you dream about it And you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; up bitch! I'm tryin to talk! Hey Slim, my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn't her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you cause if she she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too Well, go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send shit out?
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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been You said girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for brother, I wrote it on the cap I'm sorry I see you at the show, I musta missed you Don't think I did shit intentionally just to diss you But this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just dogg, c'mon - how fucked up is You got some Stan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get some And what's this shit us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each I think you and your girlfriend need each other or you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think you'll be doin just fine if you a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do you as a fan I just don't you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a and had his in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they a tape, but they didn't say who it was to to think about, his name was. it was you Stan!