Subject: Chat with Caleb Pritchard
From: Caleb Pritchard <cpritchard2001@gmail.com>
To: barriticus@gmail.com

me: http://i.imgur.com/PYFcw.jpg?mid=50
Caleb: Went to the doctor.
Caleb: Knee's broke.
Caleb: Gonna need surgery.
me: I see
me: when you gonna do that?
Caleb: Dunno.
Caleb: Gotta get my financial ducks lined up.
me: no health insurance through employer, eh?
Caleb: I declined it.
Caleb: Too expensive.
me: gotcha
me: well, this is what racist grandpas are for
me: tell em a jig jumped you
me: carved a "b" into your knee
Caleb: Meanwhile, Barrett, back on earth....
Caleb: They've gave me a prescription for Vicodin.
Caleb: *They.
me: well there you go
Caleb: I'm not in pain.
Caleb: And I'm broke.
Caleb: So I'm in no hurry to get it filled.
Caleb: It's yours if you want it, though.
me: how much it cost?
me: ah, you don't know
me: nigger don't know
Caleb: How a nigga gonna know?
Caleb: It's written up for twenty 500mg pills.