Kalah Allen

You little teenage shitheads—playing with fireworks, filming it, and laughing. All of you in your little motley crew are fucking pieces of shit. One hundred and fifty hikers had to sleep in the woods because of you. People might lose their homes. Businesses could be burned to the ground. People’s lives, ruined. Because you’re selfish. Did you think it would be funny? Dangerous? Edgy? Make you a badass? I hope your parents kick the living shit out of you. And then beat your asses some more. And then I hope you get charged with arson, because, well, when there’s a fire ban across the ENTIRE FUCKING STATE, it’s arson when you intentionally lit it on fire. I hope you have to work for the rest of your miserable lives to pay restitution to every person affected by your douchebag actions, including the highest penalty to Mother Earth and all her flora and fauna. You are a waste of precious resources, and don’t deserve to breathe the smoky air you helped create. Fuck you.—Anonymous