He doesnt punch my face. Maybe hes afraid a the pinkeye. Instead he goes at my ribs. I wrap up with my arms best I can and wait it out while these long strings of slobber keep hitting my face. Fat boys spit is boiling. I start kicking and pretty soon I shovel my ass backward through the trash to safety and Im glaring cold at Robbie and Robbies glaring cold at me and we both are panting and nothing happens for a time except some wrong ass clock chiming that its some dang o clock that it aint.

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Midgets standing there watching with leaves in her hair from all her excellent outdoor headstands. Its the nose blood thats got her spooked. So I peel a sock off the floor all stiff with I dont even want to know and wipe the blood and the spit and maybe some stupid ass tears too cuz Midgets a kid, she doesnt need to see her brother carrying on like a pussy.

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Want to hear the stupidest part? I aint even mad at Robbie. Robbies just some sad ass fat ass thats got issues. The one Im mad at is Mrs F. Every time that uppity up calls she gets Robbie riled. Todays the thirty first and I shoulda knew her call was coming. Im pissed at her irregardless. This is the worst day in human history for Mrs F to be talking her happy crap to Robbie, the day hes invented a honest to god plan and is carrying that plan out with maturity even if it means interacting with people he doesnt enjoy, like for example his new dealer. What Robbies being is a man. You know? Mrs F dont got no cause to squash him back down to a child.

A Letter To My Lawyer Brendan M. Mantle To Show The Judge

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To begin with, Judge Your Honor sir this is an Official Letter to my lawyer Brendan M. Mantle who told me to write it bc I’m poor at talking in person bc I “get nervous” & “get frustrated” & “clam up.” I also “get nervous” & “get frustrated” when I write things out but I don’t “clam up” bc no one’s staring at me waiting for me to mess up. Mr. Mantle says this letter might prove I’m a person with Kindness & Intelligence & if you’re reading this Judge please know I have those qualities although I didn’t quite graduate. Right at the end I got stopped by the Violence which you know about in tragic detail.

(Mr. Mantle like I told you I have a Very Bad habit of writing “bc” & “&” but if I try to change it I “get frustrated” so if you are re-typing this letter can you turn the “bc”s & “&”s into real words? Thank you.)