Those daft cunts in white (is that word allowed, not sure anymore) have been chasing me for years.
I keep on hearing the white coat bastards have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on chavs and I shant quit hammering them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the thick cuntbreed no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha ha. The next job I do I shall clip the dumb fuckers ears off and send to the white coat bastard officers just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My hammers are so nice and brutal, I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.