Hey Kevin, ever wonder why the Crips are giving you a hard time, maybe roughing up your stupid kids when they’re waiting for the bus? Maybe it’s because of that letter you sent to them. Ever wonder why the Bloods stabbed your dumb wife? Maybe it’s because you sent them a letter you sent them telling them how much you watch them selling drugs in front of your house.

I’m not saying I sent letters to rival gangs in your neighborhood saying that you hate them or anything, but I might say that even the Latin Kings might have a bone to pick with (from?) you (r dead, rotting body).

Have you heard burnouts in your alley all night and seen your garbage can stolen repeatedly? Wow, that’s weird, it’s like you don’t get what’s going on. It’s like you can’t see destiny when my honeyspot stares you in the tongue, which it has with unbelievable delight (one time only, and never again, but maybe call me and we can talk about it, You know you have the number so just call me honey.)

If bad things happen to your wife or kids, it’s no big deal baby. You and me can still be together whatever happens to them. You know I’ll still accept you as my one and true only love. God I love you and I miss you and I just want to hold you again in my arms tonight. I won’t put up a fight daddy, I promise, but you have to let me in for me to let you in. I’m not flaring up this week so it will be safe, I promise, just come back to me and I’ll let you have me entirely.