Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'. 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 somethin'. 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'm a call her? I'ma name her Bonnie...