Evil Cycling

Yeah Nina, you and your methadone addicted ‘fiance’ (when he’s not back in jail on parole violations), I’m talking to you.

I’m a peaceful man by nature, but I wish nothing but the illest will on you.

After paying a total of $9,000 for two different surgeries on my toothless cat to remove foreign objects from his stomach, and due to a short process of elimination as to where said objects were coming from, I came to the conclusion that it might be from the garbage stack next door.

Of course I don’t know this to be fact, but just the same, to remove one part of the equation seemed to me a good place to start. A lump of plastic covered in chicken fat? He can’t chew it, but he obviously can swallow it.

You became indignant and combative when I asked you to keep your garbage in a can, (because heaven forbid you should afford the city provided service) rather than in a pile by our building. You lashed out at me as if obtaining a regularly occurring collection of rancid trash at your door step was some kind of badge of honor for your kind.

So it stands. I’m almost $10,000 out and I get to force my animals to stay inside so you can save $40.00

You Nina, are a fucker of the purest and most vile form, and I hope your diabetes takes you in a long, and excruciating way.

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