Dear Thieving Douchebag,
I am amazed that you went to trouble of climbing a six foot high chain link fence covered in Ivy, smashed the small window of my car, took my empty lap top bag, rifled through the crap in my glove compartment, opened my shed and then didn’t bother to steal the radio. There is a perfectly good construction site nearby where you could steal copper pipes with significantly less effort. Your haul netted you a grand total of maybe $38.00.
I am incredibly pissed that I had to spend my morning getting the window replaced and playing phone tag with the DC Police. I am pissed that I am out $188.00 for the cost of the window and that frankly I am more concerned with the safety of my property. I can only be glad for a few things.
I am pretty certain that the Ivy contains poison Ivy as the one time I removed it I had a pretty bad rash. I only handle it with gloves which I throw away afterwards. I can only hope that you got it on your hands and then rubbed it on your genitals thus hopefully sterilizing yourself and ensuring that your particular DNA strain does not continue thus saving us from the dreadful possibility of your particular combination of stupidity diluting the gene pool. I hope that you spend the next few weeks in agonizing pain, I hope that you break out in painful weeping sores all over your genitalia and that you have no comfort whatsoever.
Because of you I may have to go to the police station and deal with DC’s finest in all their bureaucratic glory. My only wish is that when you get arrested for something, that you get caught by the police in PG County who most likely will fuck your shit up.
I hope that when the time comes that your lawyer is incompetent, that your trial is flawed, that you miss the deadline for appeal and that you bankrupt all that would be fool enough to care for you.