… running around Ocean Tower #1 on Friday night, I hope you puke so hard tomorrow morning that the arteries in your face explode. How fucking dare you punch a goddamn HOLE in our fucking WALL at 2:30 in the morning?! What the fuck is wrong with you? You hit the wall so hard that our pictures fell off on the other side. I hope someone hit-and-runs your drunk asses in the middle of Brunswick street. You don’t deserve to live. Fuck you.
This article appears in Jan 17-23, 2008.