DRAFT MESSAGE: James its real fucking bad. Wnet where you told me and the tygers were waiting. They shouted at me wanted teh bike back then guns got hot – I got out but took a fuckin nasty hit. I'm pukng blood, cn barely see fucking dizzy i cant stand straight
TRied to patch myself upbut suck dick at it. I'm in heywood looking for a tightlipped ripper. Once Im human agin ill hide in the garage – one by the dam u know till things r quiet
But if i dont make it i hid the bike – on mealstrm turf by all foods – i know tygers wont go there. Look for the ghost horse. GAte code is the date we met
Hope ur doing better then me. Stay strong.
Josie
