Yeah, I know, I shouldn't have given him the new name, but I'm smirking over the fact that he says he misses me. Guess the skanky, sore-infested stripper with the inflate-a-boobs and pierced tongue wasn't all he thought she'd be cracked up to be. She was allergic to the stage cleaner, so she had open, weeping sores all over her body. She went and got a replica of a tattoo that he designed and told the tattoo artist to NOT replicate on anyone. He insisted that he had "no idea she was going to do that." Yeah, right. It was right in the guy's portfolio "Do not copy." I was there when he had it done. Her husband was set to get a $4 million settlement after being disabled in a motorcycle/semi accident, so I can just about guarantee he was hoping if he offered her shelter that he'd get some financial gain out of it, even though she insisted she wouldn't take any of the money.

It's been a year since that last message, so the odds are fairly high that he won't reply.