(rain pattering)
(thunder booming)
(light dramatic music)
(water trickling)
(thunder booming)
- Stanley, open the door.
(fist knocking)
- [Stan] What?
- Stanley, what are you doing to yourself?
- [Stan] What, the
hair, you don't like it?
- Stanley!
- You like it?
- Stanley, don't--
- Don't call me that!
Don't call me that.
- Don't you think you're
taking this too far?
(door slamming)
♪ My tea's gone cold ♪
♪ I'm wondering why I
got out of bed at all ♪
♪ The morning rain clouds up my window ♪
♪ And I can't see at all ♪
♪ And even if I could it'll all be gray ♪
♪ Put your picture on my wall ♪
♪ It reminds me, that it's not so bad ♪
(thunder rumbling)
♪ It's not so bad ♪
♪ My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why ♪
♪ I got out of bed at all ♪
♪ The morning rain clouds up my window ♪
♪ And I can't see at all ♪
♪ And even if I could it'll all be gray ♪
♪ Put your picture on my wall ♪
♪ It reminds me, that it's not so bad ♪
♪ It's not so bad ♪
♪ Dear Slim, I wrote you
but still ain't callin' ♪
♪ I left my cell, my pager, and
my home phone at the bottom ♪
♪ I sent two letters back in
autumn, you must not of got 'em ♪
♪ There probably was a problem ♪
♪ At the post office or somethin' ♪
♪ Sometimes I scribble addresses
too sloppy when I jot 'em ♪
♪ But anyways, it, what's been up, man ♪
♪ How's your daughter ♪
♪ My girlfriend's pregnant
too, I'm 'bout to be a father ♪
♪ If I have a daughter,
guess what I'ma call her ♪
♪ I'ma name her Bonnie ♪
(thunder booming)
♪ I read about your Uncle
Ronnie, too, I'm sorry ♪
♪ I had a friend kill himself ♪
♪ Over some, who didn't want him ♪
♪ I know you probably hear this everyday ♪
♪ But I'm your biggest fan ♪
♪ I even got the underground
that you did with Skam ♪
♪ I got a room full of your
posters and your pictures man ♪
♪ I like the, you did with
Rawkus too, that was phat ♪
♪ Anyways, I hope you get
this man, hit me back ♪
♪ Just to chat, truly
yours, your biggest fan ♪
♪ This is Stan ♪
♪ My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why ♪
♪ I got out of bed at all ♪
♪ The morning rain clouds up my window ♪
♪ And I can't see at all ♪
♪ And even if I could it'll all be gray ♪
♪ Put your picture on my wall ♪
♪ It reminds me, that it's not so bad ♪
♪ It's not so bad ♪
♪ Dear Slim, you still
ain't called or wrote ♪
♪ I hope you have a chance ♪
♪ I ain't mad, I just think
it's up you don't answer fans ♪
♪ If you didn't wanna talk
to me outside the concert ♪
♪ You didn't have to ♪
♪ But you coulda signed
an autograph for Matthew ♪
♪ That's my little brother
man, he's only six years old ♪
♪ We waited in the
blistering cold for you ♪
♪ For four hours and you just said, no ♪
♪ That's pretty, man,
you're like his idol ♪
♪ He wants to be just like you man ♪
♪ He likes you more than I do ♪
♪ Sometimes I even myself
to see how much it ♪
♪ It's like adrenaline ♪
♪ The pain is such a sudden rush for me ♪
♪ See everything you say is real ♪
♪ And I respect you 'cause you tell it ♪
♪ My girlfriend's jealous
'cause I talk about you 24/7 ♪
♪ But she don't know you like
I know you Slim, no one does ♪
♪ She don't know what
it was like for people ♪
♪ Like us growin' up,
you gotta call me man ♪
♪ I'll be the biggest
fan you'll ever lose ♪
♪ Sincerely yours, Stan ♪
♪ P.S. we should be together too ♪
♪ My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why ♪
♪ I got out of bed at all ♪
♪ The morning rain clouds up my window ♪
♪ And I can't see at all ♪
♪ And even if I could it'll all be gray ♪
♪ Put your picture on my wall ♪
♪ It reminds me, that it's not so bad ♪
♪ It's not so bad ♪
♪ Dear Mister I'm Too Good
To Call Or Write My Fans ♪
♪ This'll be the last package
I ever send your ass ♪
♪ It's been six months and still no word ♪
♪ I don't deserve it ♪
♪ I know you got my last two letters ♪
♪ I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect ♪
♪ So this is my cassette I'm
sending you, I hope you hear it ♪
♪ I'm in the car right now,
I'm doing 90 on the freeway ♪
♪ I love you Slim, we coulda
been together, think about it ♪
♪ You ruined it now ♪
♪ I hope you can't sleep
and you dream about it ♪
♪ And when you dream I
hope you can't sleep ♪
♪ And you scream about it ♪
♪ I hope your conscience eats at you ♪
♪ And you can't breathe without me ♪
♪ See Slim, shut up, I'm tryin' to talk ♪
♪ Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend ♪
♪ But I didn't, her throat, I
just, see I ain't like you ♪
♪ 'Cause if she's suffer
more, and then she'll, too ♪
♪ Well, gotta go, I'm
almost at the bridge now ♪
♪ Oh, I forgot, how am I
supposed to send this out ♪
(tires screeching)
(car crashing)
(windows shattering)
(water splashing)
♪ Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner ♪
♪ But I've just been busy ♪
♪ You said your
girlfriend's pregnant now ♪
♪ How far along is she ♪
♪ Look, I'm really flattered ♪
♪ You would call your daughter that ♪
♪ And here's an autograph
for your brother ♪
♪ I wrote it on a Starter cap ♪
♪ I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show ♪
♪ I must of missed you ♪
♪ Don't think I did that
intentionally just to diss you ♪
♪ But what's this you said about ♪
♪ You like to your wrists too ♪
♪ I say that just clownin' dog ♪
♪ Come on, how, up is you ♪
♪ You got some issues Stan, I
think you need some counseling ♪
♪ To help your ass from
bouncing off the walls ♪
♪ When you get down some ♪
♪ And what's this ♪
♪ That type of, will make me
not want us to meet each other ♪
♪ I really think you and your
girlfriend need each other ♪
♪ Or maybe you just need
to treat her better ♪
♪ I hope you get to read this letter ♪
♪ I just hope it reaches you in time ♪
♪ Before you hurt yourself ♪
♪ I think that you'll be doin' just fine ♪
♪ If you relax a little, I'm
glad I inspire you but Stan ♪
♪ Why are you so mad ♪
♪ Try to understand, that
I do want you as a fan ♪
♪ I just don't want you to do some crazy ♪
♪ I seen this one on the news ♪
- Stanley Mitchell,
along with a woman believed--
♪ A couple weeks ago ♪
♪ That made me sick ♪
- To be his girlfriend.
♪ Some dude was drunk ♪
- The wet weather
is making it very--
♪ And drove his car over ♪
♪ A bridge ♪
- Difficult to investigate it.
So, so far they have ruled
that it's a double murder.
♪ And in the car they found a tape ♪
♪ But they didn't say who it was to ♪
♪ Come to think about,
his name was, it was you ♪
(thunder booming)
Damn!
(rain pattering)
