PHHH #1062.9

Sunday, October the 9th

Dear Ma and Pa Sikee,

How's life back in the hills?  I miss it sorely, and hope y'all are a'gittin along OK.  
How's uncle Rufus doing with his chikun fightin injree?  Done served him right to get 
pissdrunk at the fight barn.   When I first heard the news, I bout slapped my knee outta 
joint a-laughin.  Guess he wuda had better odds if Aunt Charlie hadn't pulled heez pants 
down and pushed him in there, and ol' Hank's bantam rooster hadn't went straight fer heez 
pecker.

Well, I'm writin' ya ta tell ya 'bout some boys an girls I been runnin with. They call 
themselves hashers, an they got me intrested cuz they said they like to git outta town an 
run around in the woods an fields evry Sunday.  I figgerd we'd go huntin or fishin or 
somethin, but they just run around instead.

Today, 'stead of the woods, we went runnin in a different town just down the road a piece 
called Trentin.  I took the locomotive there, an found all these wankers awaitin on me.

the Hare:  Pyro Man an the hashers:  Itemized Seduction, Little Blue Butt, Safety Sweats, 
Weepee, HTC, Hey Yo Paully, Speed Bumps an Ksilent Knight, (an me, Delly-Kutt).

Ma an Pa, you know i ain't no racist, but when we took off runnin there in Trentin, I was 
thankin the good lord that I wasn't alone runnin on them streets, cuz there was lots an lots 
of BLACK PEOPLE!  I'd never seen so many, but Pyro, the hare, he sez that they was friendly, 
unless their name was Simon.   We run around their neighborhoods, around some abandoned train 
tracks, an thru some folks backyards.  I was surprised how different them black people was 
from these Yankie city folk I run with.  Matter a fact, more I ran, more I felt like I was 
back home.  Them black folks keep their dogs outside in dog houses where they belong.  They 
have nice junk piles full of neat stuff.  They hang out on their porches an talk an wave to 
people.  I even felt sorry fer this one guy we passed who musta had a snake holed up in heez 
outhouse, cuz he was takin a dump rite there in them woods!

Next week, the feller named HTC is gonna set a good hash.  I hope he goes back to Trentin so 
I can meet some more a them folks back there.

Well, that guy in the woods got me thinkin about y'all backhome, so I wanted to let ya know 
how I been gittin along.

Miss y'all an much love,  Delly-Kutt Sikee