Dear Britney,
I had been following your plight, although not specificall touching upon it in my articles, especially,
since noone here really cared for my stuff...probably blip me off again anyway. It's just that you
are a beautiful woman and your hair is an innate part of what I see when I see you. You have
so much on your hands right now, while I sit here in a room full of nothin' but computers and make
faux pas everyday, and one of these days, I'm gonna get carted away....I have a big and bold mouth
and I often get blipped...but the first thing I ever said about you was how surprised I was you were still
free at large, right? Anyway, it's none of my business, but I hope you feel good sometime....I sing
too, like I call a local country station in Florida and I sing about once a month. And it feels neat to
release all the raucous energy I have. Hey, you take care and do good. I know you and your
loved ones have more than enough to handle your babies. I can remember sitting in the "shutup"
room in the hospital and vowing to get myself AIDS...you know? Noone dances with me because
I'm so bad, let alone sing. So-you know...I hope you feel better as soon as you can, and please
let The Tribe know that if you feel this letter syndicates harassment on my part, please just leave
it out. Bee well, honey.
Reisa L. Gerber
7/21/07
I had been following your plight, although not specificall touching upon it in my articles, especially,
since noone here really cared for my stuff...probably blip me off again anyway. It's just that you
are a beautiful woman and your hair is an innate part of what I see when I see you. You have
so much on your hands right now, while I sit here in a room full of nothin' but computers and make
faux pas everyday, and one of these days, I'm gonna get carted away....I have a big and bold mouth
and I often get blipped...but the first thing I ever said about you was how surprised I was you were still
free at large, right? Anyway, it's none of my business, but I hope you feel good sometime....I sing
too, like I call a local country station in Florida and I sing about once a month. And it feels neat to
release all the raucous energy I have. Hey, you take care and do good. I know you and your
loved ones have more than enough to handle your babies. I can remember sitting in the "shutup"
room in the hospital and vowing to get myself AIDS...you know? Noone dances with me because
I'm so bad, let alone sing. So-you know...I hope you feel better as soon as you can, and please
let The Tribe know that if you feel this letter syndicates harassment on my part, please just leave
it out. Bee well, honey.
Reisa L. Gerber
7/21/07
