I'm writing you a letter 'bout me turning off TV, Bout that shit around me which I'm tired to see. I can't take it --- no more, I've almost turned into a drinker, but I still miss you. . Had a telephone call, they wanted me to get up, Dress myself and run like hell. "Hurry up, you copy that?" And I replied "You, scram" Told I was feeling ill, and tired and never slept last night. . I got no other hope. longing to hear from you. Summer --- time days are numbered... Gone... . We're in luck with weather, sure, it's been raining for three days...