Dear Old Guy,
Yes, you, old guy that sits on your front porch all day harassing people about where they can and cannot park their cars on a public street. The neighborhood has changed. It isn't all Italian anymore. It hasn't been for quite some time. Other people live on this street now. That is correct. Other people live on THIS street now, not YOUR street. If you say one more word to me about where I've parked, I will tear you to pieces. Your thinly veiled racism is cancerous to everyone. Your misogyny turns my stomach every time they respond and stop to talk to you out of sheer pity. The world has left you behind and your ticket is punched. Do us all a favor and disappear. You burned my last shred of sympathy for the aging. You know the card. That was all you had. I'm going to say this once so don't let your failing neurons misplace it: other people may find you adorable, a throwback, a mascot, a quirk of the block in an odd town, or harmless, and will continue to shrug you off and entertain your nonsense but you are the physical embodiment of so many things about the past I absolutely despise and if you open your mouth in my direction one more time and it is not a "hello" or "goodbye" I am going to erase you.
Sincerely,
Donefuckingaround
Yes, you, old guy that sits on your front porch all day harassing people about where they can and cannot park their cars on a public street. The neighborhood has changed. It isn't all Italian anymore. It hasn't been for quite some time. Other people live on this street now. That is correct. Other people live on THIS street now, not YOUR street. If you say one more word to me about where I've parked, I will tear you to pieces. Your thinly veiled racism is cancerous to everyone. Your misogyny turns my stomach every time they respond and stop to talk to you out of sheer pity. The world has left you behind and your ticket is punched. Do us all a favor and disappear. You burned my last shred of sympathy for the aging. You know the card. That was all you had. I'm going to say this once so don't let your failing neurons misplace it: other people may find you adorable, a throwback, a mascot, a quirk of the block in an odd town, or harmless, and will continue to shrug you off and entertain your nonsense but you are the physical embodiment of so many things about the past I absolutely despise and if you open your mouth in my direction one more time and it is not a "hello" or "goodbye" I am going to erase you.
Sincerely,
Donefuckingaround
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