littlequeenie

Dear bum that sits in front of the burger place,

I for one, am really sick of seeing you there. I am even more tired of being asked to "spare a quarter" every single time I walk by. I would very much like to walk home from the beach without harassment or comment. I'm wearing a swimsuit..where would I even put any spare quarters? I feel that it is not my duty to help fund your meth habit, so next time you see me, DON'T ASK! Also I would like to not be subjected to your flute-playing skills. Yes, I like music...just not yours.
So, I'm kindly asking you to pack up your flute and the little rocks that you so meticulously arrange in front of you, and move it along.

Best Regards,
-bigvixen