To the stupid fuck who broke into my place, WHILE I WAS HOME, and then claimed the door had blown open in the nonexistent wind, running away before I could get downstairs to straight up murder you — you broke my fucking door, dickwad. YOU BROKE MY DOOR, and now I have to pay for it with what little money I do have, because YOU felt like stealing something in broad daylight from someone who doesn't have much to steal. I sure hope to hell you eventually found something worth selling for the craptacular load of shit drugs you apparently are going to inject/smoke/cram into your asshole, and I dearly pray that it's somehow tainted and you wind up sickened to the brink (but not beyond) death, so you can suffer in agony for a long time, because you DESERVE IT, you LOWER THAN MONKEY-ASS-PIMPLE-PUS MISCREANT. If you decide to come back to steal whatever you saw, you will WISH it was just drugs that TORE UP YOUR SORRY ASS. I SWEAR TO MUTHERFUCKIN GOD, IF I EVER SEE YOUR ASS IN MY PLACE AGAIN I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU'D NEVER POKED YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT OF YOUR MOTHER'S USED, DISEASED, DISTENDED DUMP OF A VAGINA.
Dear Burglar Asshole
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