Fall of 2008
"Hey Sean...I just wanted to let you know me and my Nick talked last night...things are fine...You're not ever comin to Alabama cause he doesn't want you to come to Alabama...and he's not goin' to school and I told him - I said "Nicholas, you need to give up the computer" I says "because you cant afford it"...
Me and my son's gonna get somethin. We're probably goin to get an apartment...I'm gonna sell my shit and he's gonna be where I'm at. Bloods thicker than water. And he can find little old dicks. I've seen your dick. It aint shit...he can find shit like you a dime a dozen...and my son's too good looking for you...and you just a desperate damn bastard...but you ain't gonna make it...sooner or later somethin'll happen to you...no wonder them damn other guys beat the hell outta you...they had to do that to get rid of you cause your like a leech...but Nicks usin' you and your too damn dumb to know it but I don't care cause you're trash."
Followed by next message:
"You ain't dead yet? Oh, that's right - Trash like you don't die!"