Dear Mr. Dodge,

                        Hi. My name is Joe. Joe McBourbon. I'm a new

student in your class. What will the fourth grade be like? I don't

think I'll like it very much, but Ma wants me to go. She's an very

serious alcholic. If I don't do as she says, she'll beat me. I don't

want another beatin' Mr. Dodge. So, I'ma gonna go to school. My

Sister don't go to school. She got raped two years ago, so now she

don't go to public areas at all, not even with a trusted adult around. How

are the kids in the 4th grade? I hope to make a friend. I don't have

any friends. The kids at my ol' school, they wern't very nice. They

would laugh and call me names, and hit me. When I brought my

lunch from home, they would take it. Do the kids in the 4th grade

take others lunch? I hope not. Oh, do you have a parent night? You

don't have to bother, my parents 'll never come. My Mom is too

wasted, and my Dad, he works alot. Him work hard on the farm,

from dawn till dusk. Then him go down to the local casino and play

till the late hours. Oh, do we have to bring any school supplies? Dad

uses all 'ur money on his games, so I don't have any supplies like

pencils and crayons. But, my Dad says I can't waist money on such

things, so I don't. But you know what, I do got one supply, and I can

bring it. It's got all sorts of tools, wisdom, good advice, fun stories an'

more. I can bring it, Mr. Dodge, then I too will have supplies. You

know what it is, Mr. Dodge? It's ma Bible. Well, guess I will see you

in school. God bless you, Mr. Dodge.


Sincerily,
Joe McBourbon

written by: Michael Fitzpatrick

dedicated to: The fine friends who help
                   complete my life. I thank
                   God for you all.