Dear punk,

I hope you have a place to stay for the night and everything goes well with your attempted manslaughter accusation. I thought it was a bit strange when you very vocally disdained the poor street beggar on the bridge over the Salzach while you yourself are ... a beggar. When I came home I looked at my bed that you left with black crumbs of dirt. I took the bedsheet and stepped with it on the window sill to shake it out. After shaking the bedsheet I stepped again on what I thought was the window sill. "CRASH!" I fell down on the floor my foot locked in between the window frame and the metal cover for the electric lines. The piece of trash that looked like the window sill was a useless metal sheet glued to the window frame that would only carry light flower pots. My thigh and by back are swollen purple now. My friend Johnny says that you are a fucking rocking roll legend. Looking forward to show you the purple blotch on my body.

Sincerely, blir