Cemetery Street

I want you to keep an eye on Flossy for me, I know she's going to work herself into a tissy. You tell her nothing's going to happen to me; I'm a pro. Nothing happens to well prepared pros! If anyone else starts to squawk, I want you to tell everyone I'm where I wanna be, doing what I wanna do!

If the bullets do get to flying, I doubt I'll have time to write you. If I have a second or two, I'm going to keep a log. Listen up, this is important! I've cut a deal with a buddy. If something happens to me, he's going to deliver my log to you.

Now you keep this between you and me; I want you to know, that you've always been the little sister I always wanted and never had. You're special like that; whom else would I torture myself writing these letters for? Oh yeah, and Ortolan, no matter what goes down, I want you to tell Marcy that I love her.

Count

PS. Keeping my fingers crossed!

PPS. Dying for a beer in Saudi!