Dear Mr. Man in Condo 201:
It was extremely rude of you to set your alarm clock for 5 AM and then not be home at said hour to turn it off. Currently, it is 8:21 AM, a full 201 minutes later, and I can still hear your bedroom beep-box BEEP BEEP BEEPING!
I only hope that, sometime in the middle of the night, you stepped out and drove down to Crenshaw to score some smack. There, the drug deal went terribly wrong, and now your bloody carcass is littering the ghetto's morning traffic lanes.
Or that you went to meet a 13-year-old girl named MyPigTailsNeedPulling13 from an AOL teen chat room, only to discover Chris Hansan and Dateline's cameras in full force.
Either of these two scenario culminations will suffice me, ending with you dead or in jail. If it's anything else, my bloodshot eyes will stab you themselves.
A pox on your condo, Mr. 201!
Your worst (literal) nightmare,
MiCHaeL aNTHoNY
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It's 10:51 AM and I'm falling asleep at my desk. I hate you, 201!
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