Word.

I remember the old days, you see. Back in the the late 90s out in Boulder,
Colorado. You gotta understand, it started out that we were all just
neighbors and we'd get together and play...during the day, at night...all the
time, really...it didn't matter.
Man...I never thought it would make it this far...we always dreamed of Richie
Records, and now it has finally become a reality.  
I'll tell you...I miss the crew, man...I'm Richie for life at heart...and you
ninjas know that. Word...Richie till we diz-eye. Nahmsayn? Yo.

The day is dawning...I can smell it...I can sense its presence looming on the
horizon...soon, we shall unite in our common struggle to fight the forces of
the Zantarian Galaxy. I am armed and ready for battle, and General Cyphorious
has informed me that you have assembled a platton of troops of the highest
order and caliber. I have enlisted a few "special agents" for this particular
operation...I believe you are familiar with most of them: The ms-10, The
Source, the Rhodes, the Wurlitzer, the Crumar, the QS6, and the 1680...these
are among the finest, and I trust that the settings I put my weapons on will
destroy.

I must go.
The General has requested the data from last week's field work. I'll send the
results up North with Xantar.
Until then...be strong, be bold, be black, be proud...We are the few...we are
the Jew, we are the shoe, and most importantly, we are the new. WE....ARE THE
RICHIE    NATION....LONG LIVE RICHIE RECORDS!!!!                              
-Agent 748
         
p.s. don't hit the "reply" button...for reasons of security I am not
writing from my own account. I can still be reached at votemad@hotmail.com
                                                                       
                                                                             
  -bloop-

Steve Molitz