To my beloved wheel thief,
Karma, do you know it?
It's the power that will leave you dead, face down, in a ditch, along an unpaved road in Tibet, smothered in a pile of cold yak feces. Perhaps your parting thoughts will be upon the irritating yak hairs embedded in the feces that go up your nose as you gasped for your last breath of air, which yielded only a mouthful of tepid and nutty poo in return.
Yyyyessssss, that Karma, the force that apparently is punishing me for some past misdeed that led you to steal my front wheel today. You know the bike, on the older, beat up bike locked up at the train station. You know, my means of transportation. Yes, that one.
Albeit I understand you may be in need. But preying on bikes? I can understand preying upon the $3000 cannondales and treks that the rich folks leave at the station, with unsecured wheels with quick releases, because you might justify, in some sort of skewed class-struggle-political justice, theft from the conspicuously wealthy. But from the ghetto bike? Stealing from someone who clearly has trouble making ends meet?
Kudos.
Stellar.
Just when I thought I'd seen the utter depths of human filth... the brown, wet, soggy lettuce of society that gives one diarrhea... you arrive, to redefine my concept of biowaste.
And know that yes, when you get your lousy $10 for the wheel, it would cost me more than $30 to replace just that kind of tire... the wheel will more than double that. Next time just ask me for 10 bucks.
Worm.
Anal fissure.
Die slowly & painfully,
Bike Owner
Karma, do you know it?
It's the power that will leave you dead, face down, in a ditch, along an unpaved road in Tibet, smothered in a pile of cold yak feces. Perhaps your parting thoughts will be upon the irritating yak hairs embedded in the feces that go up your nose as you gasped for your last breath of air, which yielded only a mouthful of tepid and nutty poo in return.
Yyyyessssss, that Karma, the force that apparently is punishing me for some past misdeed that led you to steal my front wheel today. You know the bike, on the older, beat up bike locked up at the train station. You know, my means of transportation. Yes, that one.
Albeit I understand you may be in need. But preying on bikes? I can understand preying upon the $3000 cannondales and treks that the rich folks leave at the station, with unsecured wheels with quick releases, because you might justify, in some sort of skewed class-struggle-political justice, theft from the conspicuously wealthy. But from the ghetto bike? Stealing from someone who clearly has trouble making ends meet?
Kudos.
Stellar.
Just when I thought I'd seen the utter depths of human filth... the brown, wet, soggy lettuce of society that gives one diarrhea... you arrive, to redefine my concept of biowaste.
And know that yes, when you get your lousy $10 for the wheel, it would cost me more than $30 to replace just that kind of tire... the wheel will more than double that. Next time just ask me for 10 bucks.
Worm.
Anal fissure.
Die slowly & painfully,
Bike Owner
Your humble pupil