I'm sick of it. I am so tired of this! Four letters and no response, I thought he cared about his fans? He's such a liar, he betrayed me and I trusted him! I'm sending him a cassette tape this time since apparently my letters aren't good enough for him.
"So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it! I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway. Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, 'In the Air of the Night' about that guy who could of saved that other guy from drowningut didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him? That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning! Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy. And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call. I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall! I love you Slim, we could of been together, think about it. You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it, and when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it, I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me. See Slim- shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk! Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk! But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see, I ain't like you. 'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too. Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now. Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?"
YOU ARE READING
"Dear Slim,"
General Fiction"dear mr im too good to call or write my fans" very short chapters/parts.
