Dear Roxanne
I am so esteemed that you spoke to me, as you did. I found your conversation to be one I will remember over and over again, in my head. If we are to start a friendship online, I have decided to go straight, again, and let you be apart of my new found revelations for I found The Light, O' THa AlMighty Lord's Own revealed, in these recent times. I hope you'd understand that the Almighty Jesus is now with me, forever, and I will not go down the insane track my Paw did....in here. For I am now a believer.
My real name isn't Buster. That was a nick name given me by Maw's nine brothers from my home town, near Sketersville, because I had this dishonorable condemnation inherited in me, by my Pappy's genes. The doctor's tole me so also, in here.
I had a rage, a misguided disfunction they called it. It started when I put Lulla Belle down, they say but I still don't reckon I understand it, to this day. I hope you do. Buster was short for, " bust her - one BobbieRayBob!" She deserved it.
So I did...
It didn't mean anything to me at the time but my Maw told me, one day I'd be the death of LullaBelle with that rage and she was right. Lord knows now, I am sorry, but at the time that damn heifer shouldn't oughta had trod on my foot, agin. It hurt me so, the rage came upliftin and I picked up the nearest axe and let her know wat fer. She was the best milker we ever had. Near best in all Sketerville county, includin the hill country and all our kin says so, too.
That's why I spoke so plainly about cuts of beef, I inderstand prime cut and I felt you understood me, somehow. You had this gentle way about you, as if you were raised near milkers and herefords, all your born days.
I would like to chat again
with you tomorrow but the lights here will be going out early and I won't
be able see the computer in the dark because they took my matches away,
just two days ago, because of the fire.
But you can meet me here again,
in the chat room, the day after tomorrow. I will have more matches
by then. Lyle Pickenpaw owes me some favors.
I would like more information about you for I found you someone I could have sincere relations with, when I get paroled.
Buster
PS... Your trailer home sounds like it was made for you, so if you prefer I could get you other types of skins or parts for the wall. Thank you also for asking about my TB. The doctors say, " they don't think that's what will kill me, in here."