My brother got a new typewriter, and now I can read his postcards.

Up early this morning.
Pay day activities scheduled.
I think I've figured out most
of the scope. Fish heads,
fish heads; rolly polly fish
heads. Mom was giving me Hell
on wearing shoes and I'm not
sure if my fish is cooked I
ate. Eat them up um. I like
this type writter that my social
worker sold me for $20. Be
good and if you are, be better.
Love- Ricky.