To the faceless piece of shit who broke into my car and stole my peacoat last night. That was a gift from my girlfriend you fucking asshole. Whatever dollar amount you can get for it at Buffalo Exchange is not worth its sentimental value. Also, there was a handful of change you could have swiped instead to get part of your next fix, should you be a worthless tweaker. There was also a couple of CDs you could have grabbed if you were some shitty teenager trying to rack up street cred for being a thug. Either way, I hope you die. I know what that coat looks like and I if I see you wearing it while driving, I will hit you. I hope you get into an altercation with the police and they shoot you dead and I hope you're wearing the peacoat when they do it, because I would gladly wear it with the bloody bullet hole to remind me that your pathetic life is finally over.