I just want to say a big FUCK YOU to the lowlife junkie prick that decided he was going to put my life in jeopardy. I was the girl just trying to work hard and make money to support my family, and got poked in the thigh by the dirty-ass heroin needle you left in my bar's bathroom trashcan, uncapped. Aside from your pathetic need to shoot up in a downtown bar's gross bathroom, by leaving the syringe uncapped and blood residue in it, your actions have just put me on a month's worth of side effect-laden anti-HIV medicine. I drew blood from your stupid needle, and because you could be anyone from a white-collar dude to a pustule-covered, disease-infected homeless person, I had to take every precaution to make sure I don't catch whatever may be on that needle. If I have Hep C because of a trashcan poke, I will take all of my fury out on every junkie I ever encounter, hoping it is you. I will call the police, I will take pictures of you, and I will fucking be the biggest bitch to anyone who remotely exhibits junkie behavior. Fuck you, dude. Fuck you.—Anonymous