Post by CG Wendy on Mar 28, 2011 2:25:47 GMT
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown
Savannah night before last.
Date: 2010-09-27, 1:43 a.m.
EST
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry
jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on
me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's
purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather
important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually
crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening
was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend was happy that I just
returned safely from my 2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan. She had just
bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we
had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree
that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head ... isn't it?!
I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown
sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I
made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you
from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].
After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained
the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as
well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card.
The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely
grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash
in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb
... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's
side of the car.
Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now
shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now,
so what 's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening
phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President
Obama as my possible target.
The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he
traced your number etc.).
;In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not
killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate
punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through
some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have
the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you've
chosen to pursue in life.. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a
good day!
Thoughtfully yours,
Semper Fi,
Alex
;D
Savannah night before last.
Date: 2010-09-27, 1:43 a.m.
EST
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry
jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on
me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's
purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather
important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually
crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening
was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend was happy that I just
returned safely from my 2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan. She had just
bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we
had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree
that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head ... isn't it?!
I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown
sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I
made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you
from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].
After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained
the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as
well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card.
The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely
grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash
in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb
... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's
side of the car.
Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now
shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now,
so what 's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening
phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President
Obama as my possible target.
The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he
traced your number etc.).
;In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not
killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate
punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through
some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have
the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you've
chosen to pursue in life.. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a
good day!
Thoughtfully yours,
Semper Fi,
Alex
;D
