*Anthony Carlton decides to check his mail one morning and walks up to the mailbox. Inside he finds a letter. He checks who it's from, unwraps it and starts reading.
To. Anthony Carlton
From. Jefferson Hospital Mail Service
Letter send by Mark Stevens
Thiz shi' is a general letter to tha' gang homie. I decided to use yo adress couse' it's tha' only adress i remmember at tha' moment.
So guys, whaz crackin', ay? As yo' probablly kno' i'm in tha' hospital. It waz a damn ambush on Uncle' Murda, Saint and me. I waz f**kin' high and puffin' a joint and sudenlly i got f**kin' shot. Next thin' i knew i was on tha' ground watchin' Murda' and Saint run off wit' em' "heat" to kill tha' mothafakker' who waz shotin'. I guess i waz loosing blood fast and passed out. Hope theyr allrigh' and stuff, I'm surelly gettin' bettah'. The doctor just turned off my life support system since i waz gettin' bettah' so itz only a mattah' of time till i be bak' on tha' streetz wit' chu'. Damn it'z boring' ere' most of tha' time. Ma' bed is next to some gay asian dude. He makes me sick wit' hiz' stupid ass philosophy wich i dont want to hear at all so i just cover my face wit' ma' pillow and hope i can strangle maself'. Chea', mayne tha' food ere' is freakin' awesome nigguh'. I just cant stop eatin' hehe. So dont worry abou' meh' loosing weight' hehehehe. A lot of bullshit goin' on ere' too but still it'z coo'. I would wrotte even sooner but i was druged wit' medecine or somethin' so i got up once and started to B-Walk. The doctor barelly made me lay bak' down. Hehe.
Ay, think' yo' can visit meh' or somethin'? Couse' damn so f**kin' boring' lay all day alone. Or atleast writte meh' a letter. Damn, i'm gettin' low on ink in thiz pen to finish writtin' thiz shi'. So i guess that'z all i got to say fo' naw'. I cya soon i guess. Watch' yo' bak' out ere'.
P.s. If yo' be commin' ova' fo' a visit. Bring me a carton of yogurt or milk atleast. I cant stop drinkin' that' shi'. heheheh.
(OOC: Still banned. Waiting for an unbann.)