TO: The lowlife, cowardly, moronic, gerbil-nibbling, elephant-felching, baseball-bat-wielding, warthog-fucking, goddess-damned, homophobic animals that bashed my friend on Monday morning.
FROM: The self-appointed wielder of the righteous wrath of whatever god the respondents above worship.
So, you decided to have a little fun, did you? It’s a lark to lure someone to an isolated state park over the internet and then proceed to work him over with four of your buddies using baseball bats and nunchucks, is it? How brave you all are! One gay man requires five of you to beat down, does it?
Fuck you, you hamster-blowers! The friend who drove him to the hospital said he hadn’t seen so much blood since the last Elm Street movie. My friend required five stitches in his scalp because of you. If he hadn’t made it to his car, or (goddess forbid!) fallen, he’d probably be dead right now. But who cares, right? He was just another fag, right?
Goddamn…sometimes I wonder why I live here.
jayjay
