I still HATE YOU BIKE THIEF!

As a kid I enjoyed riding my bike. I guess I took it for granted because I'd always just leave it sitting in my front yard all the time. But one day I went outside to take a ride, & my bike MY BEAUTIFUL BIKE was gone. I thought maybe my dad had put it in the garage, but when I looked, it wasn't there. :'( A few days later my bike turned up in my front yard, it looked like someone had hit it with a car. The ugly bike thief stole my bike, & after he wrecked it, brought it back. There was nothing I could do for my bike, so I took the little horn off & told my dad to just throw it away. I'm 16 now & I've upgraded from a bike to a car, but I still have my horn as a memory, & I still HATE YOU BIKE THIEF!

-Laura.

New York City, NY

To Whom It May Concern,

You stole my bike in broad daylight yesterday, in front of One Worldwide Plaza, while I was working inside. I know it was locked to the scaffolding, but I did not think you would take it apart and take what was not yours.

I fucking hate you, and mark my words, I will find you and kill you.

Sincerely,
Bob