It's a little cold where I'm sitting right now because it's Melbourne and well, you know. Kim's been doing really well with her schooling and she even has a gig in November with the cup being on and all.
I have trouble remembering when you died so I have to ask sometimes which upsets other people, which I don't mind watching for some sick reason (but I'm learning). Daniel is doing really well. He has these two awesome kids and Mazza is a tough Mum and a resilient woman. I can't wait 'till they're grounded for the first time. Should be hilarious.
As I said before, it's kinda hard for me to remember when you died, but I do know it's near me and Kim's anniversary; and that's kind of a downer, but I don't let it get me down too much.
Kim did real well in school. I think she enjoyed seeing other people for a while. It was only two weeks, but I think it gave her a break from looking after my shit and that helped her a lot. I think she needs some friends who haven't met me before (let alone yet), because I think it takes the pressure off her for a little bit (which may seem like an eternity to her), and keeps me grounded about her needs.
I've been playing lots of songs still. I have a strange lull around this time of year. I want to write you a song but become sad when I try to. I don't think I have what it takes yet to portray the right sentiment yet. Will try harder, as I'm sure you would want from me.
Noonie's dead too. Didn't go to the funeral shit because no-one invited me. Sounds a little dramatic, but it isn't really. Please try not to be angry about it. I think that the family doesn't really know how to deal with me (shit, does anyone!?).
I hope you're floating around out there having fun and discovering heaps of shit that we here on fuck-circle have no fuckin' idea about. I'm sure you are, and for that I'm thankful.
That's kinda a line from this new TV show I'm watching that makes me laugh. It's full of funny internet crap that's really funny and hosted by a comedian guy I never heard of before, but that doesn't detract from the comedy at all. His name is Daniel so you know he's OK.
I've been dreaming of the beach house a lot lately. It got sold and divided pretty much among everyone but me. I feel bitter about it but not so upset. I think there's as many good memories in there as bad so it's like having a new beginning forced upon us all. I challenge any of us to disagree with this theory, but won't push the point.
Wei is talking to Daniel, but not really to me. Silly, because Dan is so boring. I think it's because he has kids. I suppose I am an acquired taste, and she can probably see the signs of an angry man.
Gran has pretty much lost her mind. I am not forbidden to know where she is belong kept, so I haven't seen her yet. The house is sold and I have not touched that old black again. I have your piano and play sometimes when I think of you. Yes, George is fine. I have not been able to go back to Madang Avenue as I live far away and wouldn't want to seem creepy.
Since you can't really read this (or maybe you can), I just wanna say I miss you a lot and I remember all the shit you went through to give me a decent life. Noel and Robert were fuckheads. Robert is still a real fuckhead. The Donnelly freak showed up at your funeral and will be punished in time. I promise. Her body is her cell and I enjoy watching her slowly deteriorate before my unseen eyes.
I'd better go have a drink and a ciggie now.
Happy anniversary Mum.
Your ever loving son,
Samuel.
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It's Shanny. I am sorry for all the shit that was happening before your mum died. Doovies is a lost cause... I know you will always refuse to accept this but my brother has completely changed from the man we knew and loved. We must move on from him. My mum liked you, and until recently I never understood what happened all those years ago when you and Doovies were my role models. Sometimes I think you were more of a role model as fucked up as that sounds-- but I'm still bangin' "Ice-T: Power" tracks on a tape Doovs would've dubbed off you back in the day (in my VT Commo with factory tape deck, got rid of that fancy silver shit)!
Alot has changed since last we met. I'm married to my true and only soul mate. My one and only Di. She is as criminal as I, if not more so. Hot too, first class pussy. The old house in 3149 has been sold to Asians. The remaining members of my family being myself, my wife and my dad and nan have relocated to, of all fucking places, Bacchus Marsh. Right now my wife is interstate putting her father (whom died before I met him) to his final resting place-- his ashes are being spread at a racetrack. We wedded at the old house in the front yard in a marquee in front of family only -- my family as Di's mother is estranged from her and at the time she had no contact with her sister or brother whom she is with now for the memorial of her late father.
That's the basic update... But truly I come to you, yet again in the 11th hour. The snakes are in the grass. Two snake handlers have appeared from no where in a rental down the road from dads new house. They lured me into their company with a vl commodore wagon wreck for 600 bucks. My dad spotted it on their nature strip and informed me of it's existence. I checked it out and bought it. Bad mistake. The body and engine ID doesn't match the RTA vehicle reports. The chassis is cold but I'm pretty sure the motor is hot. It's a Nissan Patrol RB30 engine sitting in a vl commodore chassis... A very common re-birth combo. I've stripped it but it's sitting in my dads carport with the engine intact and still in. I'm a little concerned about moving it but that's not really important, that part is under control for now.
The problem is the two snake handlers. The main one won't leave me alone, hassling me everyday. Yesterday I caught him at the local servo filling a gerry can with petrol, at 5pm, in the rain. I confronted him by suprise-- he tried to tell me the fuel was for his lawn mower as he was about to go home and mow the lawn. That night he insisted very profusely that I come over to their house (they live together) infact he's still insisting right now that I go over for a smoke and a drink.
Whilst stripping the vl, I found some possible clues left sloppily by them-- a few receipts from different western suburbs service stations and a price listing for a small goods factory in Geelong. I checked out the leads on the net and my heart dropped down to my dick. GB Foods is an independently owned meat factory that makes their own mince and sausages.
You taught me to look at all the angles my brother. These cunts want to lure me in, get me wasted, let their snakes bite me and then put me in the trunk of my own car, drive me to the mince meat factory, turn me into sausages and then burn my car probably somewhere on a back road.
I think I know where it's coming from-- it's my dear old friend "Bullets". Even though he is a snitching, self-serving maggoty weak dog, he is one with the sort of connections it would take to sick some snake handling car thieves onto me. He's dad was a Coffin Cheater but got violated out. His uncle Gribbo is a gun runner not long out from Port Philip for shooting a girl in the shoulder and neck at point blank range with a sawn-off. Unfortunately she didn't die and it was over a drug debt so he got a light sentance. Bullets himself did 12 - 18 months in Warrugul a while back for stealing cars and incinerating them with some of his car thief buddies. He still can't get a licence.
When I first fell out with Bullets, he supposedly marked me for death... He told me I was a dead man walking. He won't let it go. I have thwarted so many of the attempts to have me setup in one way or another, over the years. I'm tired Sam.
Please help me before they get sick of playing games and just send goons with balaclavas and guns to my house while I'm sleeping. I'm not joking and I'm not tripping the fuck out. This is real.
PS - We (Di and I) have two dogs - Eddie and Ernie. Eddie is named after the Eddies you showed me-- you know from the cig smoke? Ernie is because he is just ernest, you will understand when you meet him. They are American Pitbulls. My number is 0447694403. Don't hesitate to call.
And could you please delete these messages after you've read them incase Doovies still checks it from time to time.
I love ya bro and I'm so sorry for your loss and pain.
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