As it turns out, they didn't get no malaria. They just been eatin' some red berries they found out there in the swamp and it turned out what I thought was bug bites form the dread malaria fly wasn't nothin' but a buncha hives and them boys is covered with hives half the time anyways. So I fed 'em up some of that stuff in a bottle that makes you throw up and once I got their guts all good in cleaned out I had 'em each drink a half bottle of good whuskey and they're all speakin' pretty good and walkin' around now.
It's a good thing too. Skank Wolf and the Mange got a show tonight! For some reason that town up North, Chicago, is the only place that'll have 'em so we're driving my Ford Bronco II, which I call She Beast, up there and we're playin' at this joint call Cal's at 400 S Wells St, wherever in hell that is. Hopefully this place'll finally be one w/ a piano so as you can all finally here the full sound of the band w/ yours truly a-ticklin' at the ivories.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
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