Dear Jayme. 14th Letter

Joel 9 June 2007

You came crawling back to us, dirt bag. You pleaded with me, begged on your knees. You were a mess without the drugs. After I caught my sister stealing my goods for you, I was outraged. I knew sooner of later you’d come back to me, asking for forgiveness and then getting more weed and crack and what not.

With your supply gone, you had to find ways to get your hands on a good deal. Julie got off easy, my mates all screwed her until she was no more and then she ran away, that s**t. She couldn't survive two nights without her crack. Jayme, you need to pay me back for all the drugs you used when we were still..what was that word called? Related. Tomorrow, there will be a import of stolen cars from another state. I’m putting you in charge to pay off the debt. If it’s successful, you are not only back in the crew, I’ll let you help with the drug deal. If it’s unsuccessful, you’re dead. Simple as that, no questions asked.

Are you up for it, dog?