To the junkie who got himself a fix by our place during the weekend:

If you want to get high with that shit, that’s OK. We all have our ways and needs to escape now and then.

If you felt the urge to do it by my window, well, I do not like it but I may understand since you lost the control some time ago.

If you left your dirty needle in a place where, you most probably know, children play every day, it can only mean one thing. You are a son of a bitch.

With the due respects to the prostitutes and to your mother.