You made a conscious decision to destroy my flowers yesterday. When I moved into the shitty, gang-infested neighborhood, there were frequently Taco Bell wrappers, used condoms, styrofoam cups, and all manner of other garbage frequently dumped on the pile of dirt on the median strip. Over the last year, I've spent dozens of hours planting, watering, fertilizing and caring for the little patch, cleaning it up and turning it into something nice, and cleaning up your garbage every day. I spent the last few weeks watching the signs of life poking out of the ground, and waited to see the beauty they would bring to me when I came home from work each day. There was a gorgeous magenta tulip about to bloom and I was so excited that it might have opened yesterday....until I came home and found that you'd ripped the bloom off that tulip and all my flowers and thrown them in the middle of Interstate Avenue. You're a fucking asshole and I hope someone comes and takes a dump on your front porch, but in the meantime, I'm going to coat all of my flowers with cayenne pepper and Drain-o and just hope you rub your ugly, fat mouth with your sausage fingers after you fuck with my flowers again. Enjoy your E.R. visit.