A/N - Sorry!!! I've taken absolutely ages to update!! I'm really, really sorry, but I've been writing loads of other stuff, and I've just never really found the time. I really hope you enjoy it and decide to review. J
Chapter Eight
Frasier!
It's wonderful to speak to you. I can't tell you how ghastly this new woman is. Dr. Nora. Please! I hope you're not finding the dark, dread of prison too unbearable.
I don't know if I ever told you this, but I was in prison once. It was another time back then. I'd been involved in a nasty incident involving some big men, dark alleys, and a lot of heroin. I pleaded non-guilty, of course, but they still sent me down. Five long years of my life that I shall never see again. However, it wasn't all bad. It was there that I met Hank, the person who cleans my car. Don't worry - I always remove all valuables when he takes it into his care. Anyway, that taught me to always stay on the right side of the law - and to never compliment a man's tank top.
After my years there, I found myself working on the docks in New York City. It was there that I met my wife, Deb. She was wringing out some dirty rags, and I just couldn't avert my eyes! She soon caught me staring and gave me a piece of her mind - you don't want to get on the wrong side of my Deb, believe me - but it was soon marital heaven. Living in New York showed me that there was more to life than what I had. So, I consulted a map, chose the first place I saw, and Deb and I ran away in the night. Next morning, we were waking up to the sights and sounds of Seattle.
Anyway, enough with the past. I suppose I should tell you about my little 'accident'. I decided to meet up with a few of my old army chums about a week or so ago. We met just outside of town, and a few of them thought it would be funny to play with guns. Honestly, you would have thought that the army had taught them something. Anyway, next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with blood oozing out of my leg. And would you believe, when I looked up, the gang had all disappeared! Thank God for mobile telephones, eh! Don't worry, the kind ambulance folk soon patched me up and set me right. I'm still walking with a crutch, but the doctor says that I should make a full recovery. Eventually.
Anyway, I must say toodle-pip and wish you a soon release. I hope to see you shortly. I would love to have a show with you when you get out. I've already discussed it with Kenny. It will be all about life after prison. Should be jolly good fun, I think.
Anyway, leaving you with that thought, bye!
Gil.
A/N - Hope you liked it. It was fun writing as Gil, and I hope you enjoyed reading it! I'm sorry if my chapters are a bit short, but it's hard when it's a letter. Thanks!