Jack This

Hey, you, scumbag of 38th Street! I’m sick of you breaking into my car and helping yourself to whatever’s in there. This is the fifth time I’ve had shit taken out of my car while parked on that street. I have no clue what you expect to do with an owner’s manual for a car you didn’t steal. And I’m sure you can’t even read the manuscript and contact sheets you ripped off when you snatched my notebook. I hope you choked on that half a pizza you stole, or at the very least that it gave you the acid runs. The next time you’re selling plasma to score enough cash for your next hit of crack, I hope you get stuck with an HIV-infected needle!

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