Dag nam it, somebody done stole my cookie jar.  I don’t have time to look now, I need to go down the road a piece to put this letter in the mail box, I’m mailing it off to the big city, that’s where my younger brother lives you know, he’s one of them high rolling people, thinks he knows everything, too bad he doesn’t know his girlfriend is such a hypocrite, running around all over town with every Tom, Dick and Harry.

Oh Lord, is that the telephone I hear ringing, I done set here all morning and as soon as I get ready to walk out the door, somebody wants to talk to me, I hope that’s not the Internal Revenue Service calling, asking about my older brother again, Lord a mercy, never a moments peace.  Well, just as I thought, that was the Internal Revenue Service, brother Willie done loss his house for tax evasion.  Willie was proud of that house too, always talking about his friends not having a pot to piss in and if they had a pot, they wouldn’t have a window to throw it out of.  One thing is for sure, brother Willie can now talk about his own pot and window.