Dear SKAM; I couldn’t help but notice you never wrote me back. I know it’s only been a week since I started going in on you, but I would figure someone as petty and full of free time as you would at least write something vague in reply, but no. You haven’t. What, am I chopped liver to you? Am I not big time enough to warrant a reply? No showing up to my work with your cronies to stalk me? Not even gonna send me a death threat, or start calling me a snitch or a pedophile cause I capped you? Or try to harass me out of the scene? You know, the way you’ve done to many others already? Maybe you’ve grown too comfy picking fights with people who are smaller than you to know what to say. Maybe you’ve grown too soft. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re a dirty coward. I know what you’ve been up to over all these years. All the people you’ve done wrong. All the great art you’ve seen fit to snuff out, because you know they’d overtake you. The weight of all the sins on your shoulders must be killing your back by now. I know it would put a hunch in mine to be sure. Making your business everyone’s business, -CHEMO ONE.