Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists, too?
I say that shit just clowning dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?

Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't calling
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant, too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

Rae- how's the weather down there in HELL?
Anyway, sorry I threw that fake slave auction where you were trapped under a shopping cart and I described how well you'd work the fields.
I may have been at fault for some of your racially-based cognitive dissonance and identity issues.
I'd never had a black friend before, or really met a black person, and I combination of liberal casual racism, the vintage comics and cartoons my parents kept around, and edgy cable TV made me a tiny nazi.
Whoops.
I hope your suicide wasn't my fault, but it probably was 45% my fault.
-C.

Dear Iris:
This money should be used for your trip.
By the time you read this, I will be dead. Travis.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ6fQkLGVV8

Dear Sally

I want to take you out on a date. Somewhere nice and unique like you.

Sincerely B