Chapter 1 - Dear Slam
Hey Slam!
Way to go man! I can't believe you're still a superhero! Even after a year when you got those amazing powers, I'm still impressed. I mean, it's not everyday you see a giant meteor, crashing down onto our city and giving people like you some special powers. You must have one hell of a time saving people's lives and catching criminals. No matter what you do, you always seem to have a lot more fun there than what you were when you were in the wrestling ring.
There are a lot of things I appreciate about you when I think about you now.
One, before you became a superhero you were always forced to lose by the manager and some of the other wrestlers. I knew from your expressions that you didn't like that, but you had to in order to feed yourself and your family. I knew you were going through some tough times because of the way people were treating you. Shell knew too. We both did wish we could help in anyway. You never asked for it though. But now you're making sure you and the rest of your gang are the winners. Okay, you don't have a choice to lose but we know it's better for humanity if you guys beat whatever's being thrown at you. Ha ha! But seriously, now that you're allowed to let your competitive side out it's better than any wrestling match anyone can see.
Two, apart from me, Shell, your family, no-one liked or cared about you. And even if they did want you, it was only because they wanted you as their bodyguard or something selfish like that. All the manager cared about was the money. Dirty stuff. It's been passed around the whole economical circle by a lot of people, and maybe someone could have sneezed on that ten quasarlium bill. So if you catch any illness all of the sudden, you could blame the money. But that's not the point, when I see you with your other friends you look a lot more happier with them. They genuninely care about you and look as though they'd do anything for you. And obviously you'd do the same because you care about them too. I'm glad you're with people who want you for who you are.
That's why Shell and I quit the wrestling industry and got different jobs.
Shell's become a fully qualified car mechanic, so whenever I break down I get a firend's discount through her, ha ha! I was joking, she can't do that. But she has taken up judo so she could become a judo instructor as well. So far she's on a green belt which is good if you ask me. We still keep in touch to see what we're up to.
As for me, I've become a fitness instructor at the Acme gym. The pay is better, plus I get to see some lovely fit ladies working out, and others that aren't so lovely. If you're thinking about working out in there I'll be waiting.
When we have nothing to do, we should go to that pizza place that we always used to hang out in. I know you'd like it because pizza is one of your many favourite food. So I'm putting mine and Shell's mobile numbers at the P.S. part of the letter.
May that fighting spirit always remain in you no matter what, you hear? See you soon.
Rai Armstrong
P.S.
Me - 078492036188
Shell - 079315642028