Burnt Threat

Dear John Doe,

First of all I have to say, I am SO glad not to be in the presence of your typical black faggot ass anymore! I knew, I just KNEW when I first corresponded with you via telephone that I was not going to like you. If you want to even go deeper, I hit the nail on the head when I judged you simply by your name and tone over the phone. You are the most self-centered queen I've ever had to associate with. Before you even knew who I really was, you were so kind towards me. It was when you got a good gander and who I am that you figured you would put me through the ringer and try to impede my progress.

Honey, I'm not coming for you. I'm no threat to you. I don't think I'm the baddest, the cutest, the "token" nor do I don't want your job. So pump your brakes and slow the fuck down please. I'm not trying to out-dress you, I'm not trying to haggle up all the females and I'm not threatened by you. If you really want to get down to it, your taste in fashion is despicable. You're not a fucking model so get your pictures off of "ModelMayheim.com" and stop clacking around in those cheap ass shoes. You want to represent? Then why don't you just be real, unless you actually are then my bad. But if that happens to be the case then go to hell and burn the way you are.

I really wish I had the energy to waste on checking you in person but honey at this point and after breaking you down and basically invalidating you, you aren't even worth a side-eyed glance and a nasty thought. Die queen...

-A lesson that has come with great consequence, and NOW I will be more judgmental.

Signed,

Harvey Champagne.