to clarify the stuff written about my little n I g g e r Lawrence or Larry. I know heÃ¢ÂÂs a problem for folks and some of you unlucky ones who have to be around him in Omaha. I managed to knock up his momma, who was a alcoholic crack whore. So from the beginning he wasnÃ¢ÂÂt wanted. He was a chubby little squat. In fact his titties was bigger than his mommaÃ¢ÂÂs when he was a boy. But I could see that when he was a little baby, he was gonna be a problem. ThatÃ¢ÂÂs one reason I left. I didnÃ¢ÂÂt want to believe he came from my loins. He used to get in fights, but only when somebody else was there to protect him. His life of crime started early when he stole money from me from my wallet. He went on to stealing hubcaps, breaking windows and stealing from stores. He was sent to Boys Town, but I was gone then and from what IÃ¢ÂÂve read, heÃ¢ÂÂs still a miserable little bastard. I know heÃ¢ÂÂs diabetic, but still drinks too much anyway which makes him even worse. Them folks have to deal with a drunken loud mouth that runs around crying racism all the time. I know I wouldnÃ¢ÂÂt hire him if I ran a business. He was, is, and will always be just a scum punk.
My Little N i g g e r
You can call me Mr. M a j o r or Ã¢ÂÂdaddyÃ¢ÂÂ M a j o r. IÃ¢ÂÂm writing this
I donÃ¢ÂÂt envy anybody thatÃ¢ÂÂs around my little n I g g e r. IÃ¢ÂÂve said my peace.