Sat May 01 2010, 23:32 by 
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last.
Date: 2009-05-27, 1:43 a.m.
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 had just bought me that Kimber 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 150 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,
Alex
P.S. Remember this motto ... An armed society makes for a more civil
society!
Date: 2009-05-27, 1:43 a.m.
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 had just bought me that Kimber 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 150 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,
Alex
P.S. Remember this motto ... An armed society makes for a more civil
society!
