Dear Miss Rachel an Mr Earnst

Thankyou for riting me back. Yer letter was long. I cood not unnerstan it all. KIN YOU GIT ME A LAWYER ER NOT is my queshon. I shore apreshiate yer prayers en all but I don’t think even Jesus could bust me outa this place. Even Jesus id need a good lawyer. I got me one of them public difenners and he don’t know shit pardin my french. Its real importint to me an mama coz see I DINNIT cut up that little Darla von hefferton like they sed I did. She shoodna bin shootin her mouf off like she wuz but it still wudint me that dun it.  I just watched.  It was TOTALLY RAMONE AND THEM RIMIREZ BOYS. Mama wuz rite about them all along. Theyz rite when they say listen to yer mama aint they? I kin tawk to mama on TUES win she visits me. Wut you want me to tell er? She aint got no phone in the traler. But she kin git to the bank probly if she kin hitch a ride with Billy and them win they go into town fer beer. She kin prolly transfer yer money. But you godda promis to hlp her git her boy back. She kaint do the cancer all by herself. Pleese rite back! Do you have a pitcher of you?? On the beech or somthin? Are you black? I aint got no problum with it.

Yers Galen