Panucci’s Pizza
Clive Barker Lawson
We've never met. You don't know my name or what I look like, or anything really... But I know who you are, I know what you look like... and... I never thought I'd get to the point of my life where I could just not know a single thing about a person and just hate them with every single fiber of my being. Congratulations, you fucking did it. You did something very, very horrible; you did a terrible fucking thing... to a very special person in my life, a person who changed my life for the better. This person has gone through so many horrible things, so much shit, so much loss, and so much just anxiety and fear. And... I've been there for it, and I've caused it, but, you know, this isn't about what I've done, this is about what you did, and what you did was fucked up... and I hate you for it. And I'll never forgive you. She was your friend. You know? Oh shit... SHE WAS YOUR FUCKING FRIEND! And you just took that, you took what she gave you and you just threw it away. You betrayed her trust, your betrayed her loyalty, and you betrayed her fucking friendship. You know, man? And the fact that you feel no remorse, no guilt at all for what you did... makes me sick. And it's what makes you nothing but scum in my eyes. The fact that you can go on with your day and smile knowing that you single-handedly fucked up somebody's life just for your sick little fantasies and your sick little fucking games, you know? You don't deserve to live. You don't deserve the company of others, you don't deserve the company of your family, your friends, and definitely not her. You deserve nothing but loneliness in your life and... I hope everything you try to achieve just blows up in your face. And if we ever meet (and I hope we don't) I will break every single bone in my hands if it means that they were used to break your fucking jaw, cause you don't deserve to speak, you don't deserve to drink another drop of alcohol... and you don't deserve to talk your way into people's hearts or their beds