I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got him There probably was a problem at the post office or something Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot himbut anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father.If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her?I’ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry.I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him.I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan.I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam. I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man.I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote,
I hope you have a chanceI ain’t mad – I just think it’s FUCKED UP you don’t answer fans.If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert you didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew .That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old.We waited in the blistering cold for you,four hours and you just said, “No.”That’s pretty shitty man – you’re like his fucking idol.He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like being lied to.Remember when we met in Denver – you said if I’d write youyou would write back – see I’m just like you in a way.I never knew my father neither;he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em oncause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7 .But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does.She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin upYou gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan — P.S.We should be together too
Dear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,this’ll be the last package I ever send your ass.It’s been six months and still no word – I don’t deserve it?I know you got my last two letters;I wrote the addresses on ’em perfectSo this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear itI’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freewayHey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night”about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowningbut didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late – I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about itI hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without me
See Slim; Shut up bitch! I’m trying to talk!Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk but I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter thatand here’s an autograph for your brother,I wrote it on the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you.But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clowning dog,c’mon – how fucked up is you?You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each otherI really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin just fine if you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad?
Try to understand, that I do want you as a fanI just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeand had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid and in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to Come to think about, his name was.. it was you