Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Hey Greenway Assaulters, Watch Your Fucking Backs
Last night around 6:15 your group of three threw large rocks off of the 16th Ave bridge, onto the Midtown Greenway, hitting my girl Kelly Mac in the head. She wasn't wearing a helmet, but a thick fleece beanie prevented the jagged chunk of asphalt from cutting her head open. The rock broke her sunglasses, and again, fortunately, she wasn't cut. She has a terrible headache, but Mac is a tough chick, – a hell of a lot tougher than you weak pussies– and she'll be fine. But know this: if you are ever caught, found out, or busted in the act, I will slice the webbing between your fingers with a dirty razor blade and submerge your hands in buckets of lemon juice and cat piss. You will then drink the cat piss, while I pierce your eyelids with the broken syringes found in the crack-whore alley where your Moms turn tricks. The moment that rock left your hands you ceased to be human. What made you think that it would ok, cool, or funny to throw a fucking rock at another human being, especially from above, an act that could seriously injure, or even kill someone?