Posted: April 25, 2009

Kimberly Gray-Davis
2985 Sweet Home Rd.
Amherst, NY 14228

Lakeisha Morris
3459 Otter Drive
Atlanta, GA 30130

Hey Keisha;

Just checkin in on you girl. I hate to keep bringing this up, but... That's a lie, no I don't. You need to get e-mail now! Drop whatever you doing, stop reading this, and go to Google or Yahoo or something, and get you an account. Just do it! The letters gonna be there when you get back.

But I know you won't. You are so stubborn, I swear! Listen, you don't even need a computer. You got that iPhone Darrell bought you in your purse, I know it. Just pull it out and use it.

No, it doesn't cost anything, and no, you WILL NOT stop getting mail from the post office!

Seriously... You need to do that because, if collections gets bad, and you need another job, they gonna expect that they can get back to you, on the email account you don't have. Okay? Just put that address you get in your next letter and I'll use that.

Anyways, like I said, checkin in.

It looks like me and Rob's gonna make it out here. He got his third property now, another duplex, and we got some college kids on one side, and this couple on the other. We do have to get on the boys sometimes, about the noise, but other than that? They pay they rent, they clean, and they ain't on that stuff, you know what I'm saying? They ain't on it.

Speakin a kids, Sammy's five. And I'll be forty-five before he turns six. Girl, I know Marquita was a pain, but you don't understand, okay? No way does your girl compare to this.

He's hyper all day, every day. He don't sit still not one moment, and if you let his hand go in the mall, you'll be yelling and screaming, and runnin the hundred yard dash tryin to get him. If there's any little bike anywhere, he's on it, even if it ain't paid for, and he go so doggone fast it gives me a heart attack. So I grab him offa this, and offa that, and then he's twirling around like a hoola hoop, and swinging his bear.

Once me and Rob took him to Target. We thought we was smart, by taking that bear away, but that wasn't enough. His dad let him loose in the toy aisle, and he got that light sword thing, from Star Trek or whatever. Now right away, I don't want him with that, but no, Rob likes it. He thinks that, cause it's styrofoam, the boy can't hurt anything.

Yeah right. I was looking at this one set for Christmas. It was like, little porcelain gingerbread houses and snowmen and things like that. Well, Sammy decided he was gonna twirl again, and before we could stop him, everything went flying off the shelf. So I got out the way, y'know?

You know how I do it. But Rob? You know how big my husband is, right? You know how I can't get him nothing, less it's from 'Big and Tall' right? Well, this negro is Neo in the Matrix! Girl... I'm tellin you. I never, never seen no one bend back like that.

But yeah.... Sam? Little Sammy is no joke, I'm telling you right now.

Another thing is, he wants to pitch a fit in the barber seat. Every time. It got so bad his grand dad won't cut him no more. I talked to Rob, and he's like, "Forget it, just let it grow".

I said, "What do you mean, forget it? We can't not cut his hair!"

But that was it. He was done, and I knew he was done. So here I am, on break after a half hour session of whining and crying, while I tried to twist up my son's huge afro. He doesn't like it, and it's not worth the effort, cause I don't want him to look like no girl. I don't know how dreads are supposed to grow, but we're gonna find out, 'cause I can't think of nothing else.

Alright, Daddy's home, so I'm sealing this up. Bye Keish. Get that email, Keish! If you.don't, I'm coming down to Georgia and tanning that behind. I'm serious.