Is that you? Remember me? I am your classmate. I knew it was you as soon as I saw that shitty writing style. By the way, remember when the whole class pissed in your cup in the third grade? You drank it with pleasure and asked for more, remember? Then your dad came to pick you up, that janitor that raped the dog on Franklin street and fucked your sister. He came to the classroom, everyone started laughing and you shat yourself and then said you’ll hate janitors for all your life but in the 9th grade, when you went to the raid to beat the shit out of them, they put you into a fucking circle and after that you needed eight stitches to your anus. How are things going?