Dear Jackass
Letter
Evil X
Dear Jackass,
Do you know what I dream? Do you know what I lay in bed and think about each night as I drift off to sleep? I'll tell you. I dream that your stupid mother calls me and tells me that you have some terrible disease and I smile and I laugh inside as I pretend to be concerned and ask if you will be okay.
She tells me "No, he will not be okay, the doctors say he has only weeks to live." I continue to smile to myself as I get the details of your illness, then she tells me "There is only one thing that he wants before he dies. He wants to see his son." Then she asks me "Will you bring his son to the hospital, so that he can see him one last time."
I picture myself, how happy I would be, and barely able to contain my delight I would tell her "Of course I will bring our son, right away, I will be there in an hour." Then I would get ready, get my son ready and we would hop on a bus downtown and go to a movie and maybe out to eat. I would be giddy, and my son would ask me "What are you so happy about?" and I would tell him "Daddy is dying! He is dying right now and he wants to see us and we are not going to go!"
Then we would laugh together and play the day away, thinking of you lying there waiting for us and we never come.
Then you die knowing how much we both truly hate you.
That's my dream. I hope it comes true, or if I can't have the satisfaction of standing you up while you are on your death bed then I hope each one of your appendages turns black and falls off.
Sincerely,
Evil X
Dear Jackass© COPYRIGHT 2005 Evil X.
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06/20/05
