(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)