Dear Guy,
Thank you for breaking into my car in the middle of the night. I understand that with the economy the way it is, it's damn near impossible to find a real job to make money. I understand the anguish you must be going through, being without smack for any number of days. I only hope that the $25 you may get for my 3 year old Samsung digital camera is enough for a 3-hour bender. I know that times are hard, seeing how pawn shops no longer accept digital cameras because they are often stolen (I hope you knew that before stealing mine!). My only regret is that you didn't help yourself to any of the number of CD's laying on the passenger seat. I guess that's what I get for never buying an iPod! Bet you wish you had one of those, huh? I also thank you for not slamming the door and waking my family; you were kind enough to close it enough so that my dome light wouldn't burn out! How queer! In return for your love and compassion, I leave this poem I wrote. I hope it is enough.
Dear guy who broke into my truck
Thank you for stealing my stuff
I hope you can use it
And never abuse it
And someday I'll repay you by breaking into your trailer and killing your family.
Love and respect,
Nash
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