Im a man with a near genius iq who was nearly beaten to death. Im the man whos killed before and isnt afraid to beat a ♥♥♥♥♥. Im the man with nothing left to lose. Im a man who knows heroin dealers and ex cons who chop ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up for the price of a forty. Theyll take youre hands and feet and stuff them in a grain cutters blades and leave you showing your bloody stumps. Crying to mommy and daddy. Im owed favors from the sicilians to the sioux underground. I hang around gang members for fun. People youd ♥♥♥♥ yourself around. As for my mental illness youre right. Im crazy. I cant think straight. I dont control myself. I may end up mentally snapping. I might just track you down and do something rash to you and your family. And id get away with it too, because im just a sick man who needs help. No one would blame me. I dont know what im doing if i take youre youngest relative and eats her or him before smearing the runts blood all over me. i grew up on the streets. You grew up sheltered. You wouldnt know the real world if it was 10 inches up your ass

Remember. I know where you live. One phone call and youre a dead man