28 August 1999 (you got less than a month, right?)
Today be Jamie’s birth date day, and we’s havin’ a barbecue
in his honor if he ain’t drunk an’ if he shows up.
Jack be doing the cookin’, I’m on the eatin’ committee.
Maybe we can do it again when you get out, in your honor.
(Oops, I didn’t mean that your honor. No, I won’t reproach the bench.)
I had me one of them birth date days too, 4 days ago.
It was ho-hum, which they get after the first six years.
An I didn’t get no cake… an I didn’t get no party neither…But I turn 38 in 2001 so mark your calendar. (I bet that’s one thing you got good at.)
What did I get, you ask.
Lessee, mmmmm oh yeah! I got a couple of CD’s, an ooh! Ooh! That reminds me–you ain’t seen my stud-o-saurus yet.
He don’t walk softly but he do carry a big stick.
Where was I, oh yeah, the “loot.”
I got myself a couple of pairs of REAL GOOD sunglasses, a DVD, an a
Is the prison doing this for prevention or did you come down with AIDS?
Did I mention Jake FINALLLLLLLLLY moved in, lock, stock, and porno?
I gave up but suu-prize, suu-prize, suu-prize.
Jake was in solitary for 8 months.
I hope they named a tile after him.
I guess I better work up an appetite by staring at food for a while.
Them pills my doc gives me don’t work so good.
I hate it when the present is the past and the future is now.
I guess what I mean is there ain’t no place to be when you’re being here now.
9c) Rob Goldstein 1992-2018
I found this on an old hard drive. The file is dated 1999