June 20
My dearest,
Kseniya. I’m so, so sorry I’ve been remiss in addressing your needs. It has
been a busy yet productive week. Billy if block three became a dad which had us
all giving him high fives. Unfortunately for him, he had a few outstanding
poker debts and was forced to relinquish his fatherhood and marital status to
Leroy in block C. Not sure his wife is pleased with the arrangement, but it
beats being six feet under.
My team, The
Coffin Crypters made the finals for the International Convicts Tournament. No
this isn’t like the Freaker’s Ball by Doctor Hook and the Medicine Band. This
is the real “World Serious” for hard felons only. We are a bit of a unique
bunch to say the least.
Well, we made it to the finals with a squad of
twelve men. The other thirteen are in the infirmary recovering from the mis-timed
brawl with the Cleveland Crunchers. I think it had something to do with Boris
Kransky knifing their catcher, Mother Puss Bucket when Mother made a few unwise
comments about him having an affair with his mother’s second cousin on his mom’s
side who was twice removed from his Father’s side which resulted in a most disingenuous
genealogical tree. See, Boris and Mother are actually third cousins, yet by
their marriages, both male and female found them as twin brothers of the same
daughter from different fathers. Well, when the dust cleared from the scruff
and the bodies were counted, appears the incest poll depository is going to
have a run on organs this week.
Okay, back to
the big game. Since I’d be pitching the final game, I needed true inspiration.
Where do you think I found it??? That’s right, sweetie. Your lovely, adoring
pictures. I printed out a few. Put one in my cap and one in my cup. That way, if the pressure became too much, I
could rub you for luck.
Back to the
game. It was a barn burner going into the ninth. We had the bastards down by
two. Lucky Lucy, yeah, he’s from block 96. They do everything backwards over
there. Last time he/she came to the plate I threw one high and tight cleaning
up the five o’clock shadow. It responded by throwing the bat at me of which I
threw it straight back, cracking its skull. Was he/she deterred? Not at all.
Couple of bandage and fifty stitches and the SOB stayed in the line-up. Well,
being the calm headed individual I am, I couldn’t be upstaged. So I drilled it
right between the eyes. A normal person would have succumbed to a ninety mph
fastball in the noggin, but not him/her. It turned into a raging bull! I’m here
to tell you, what happened next isn’t for the faint of heart. I will tell you
that the game has been indefinitely suspended until each team can field nine
players. This could be a few months. I want you to know, if it weren’t for your
strategically placed picture, I would have lost my lucky charms.
I think that’s
enough for today. I do hope you’ll write back soon. Your words, I’m sure, will
assist me as my ribs, leg, arm and spleen recover.
Your undying admirer,
Sam the Sham
Come on guys, do you really think this is who you're talking to? Take a good look at the photos and tell me it's the same girl. But hey, if you're willing to take a chance, be my guess. Make sure your deep pockets. You're going to need it when she finds a divorce attorney.
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