Ok, here's the deal. All of you junkies keep away from my house, and I leave you alone, fine? If you don't, well, what does a fucking baseball bat to the face sound like? I don't know if you read my blog, I highly doubt it as a matter of fact, but I don't care. I let you go these couple of days, but the next time I SEE you carving shit into my fence, I'm gonna run for you. And trust me, you're the one who's gonna get tired first. When I reach you, I'll knock your brain out of your druggy skull. Don't test me.
-Joe
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