My muse died in the hospital without yours knowing. Send me a “✉” for the letter they left for your character.
I was in too deep before I realized it and things aren’t looking up. If you’re reading this, it finally happened. I finally blew it. Shit got too rough for me to take and I gotten eaten by it all. Figures, huh? You can only keep running for so long. I asked the nurse what I meant by that and she says “escaping the inevitable.” That’s what I been doing for forever. All we’re meant to do is die.
You probably hate me now too, don’t you? Finally breaked the point where you reached to hate me because I fucked you over by leaving you with Curly in charge. Or maybe you’s out partying because no big brother there to chase all the sleaze you hang around away but you still got Curly and he’s gonna keep you in line, not that he can keep himself in line. Whatever, Ange, just don’t cry. I don’t expect you to be crying but if you are I’ll come back and haunt you no joke.
You can cry if you really want. Ain’t like I’m telling anyone this is just my words on paper. I’m long gone.
Listen you gotta take care of L.A. for me. She’s named for you and that dog’s the only thing I got to my name so make sure she’s fed and washed and all that shit. Who’da thought Tim Shepard had a weakness for dogs, just don’t go blabbing that at my funeral. Split the car between you and Curly and go get a job the both of you so you can keep the damn house. I got money saved for you but dont go wasting it.
You ever get in real trouble go find Winston, if Curly ain’t around. And if you need a place to stay, so crash with those Curtis kids cos at least i know they’s decent.
You’re a good kid, Angel. A brat and a bitch and everything in between but you ain’t too bad.
See ya when I see ya but not too soon