Hey, thanks for injecting your poison into the 3rd encore at the end of a wonderful Gillian Welch concert. I had been quietly enjoying my favourite musicians, when you marched over to me, stood in front of my face and yelled, "It''s my birthday and you can't tell people where to stand! It's my birthday! It's my birthday!". What the fuck. I'd never seen your sorry little bat-face before in my entire 64 year-old life. Next time, take your meds as prescribed and leave us grey-haired old folk alone.
To the Fat, Frizzed Haired Female at Gillian Welch
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