Bloglander

To the twat pocket that stole my ghetto phone at the northside Jimmy
Johns' on Wednesday night. I not only am poor as shit, but you take my
phone right when I''m about to get hired. They can't tell me I got it now
because I don't have a phone. And most importantly, I have a voicemail of
my best friend who died of cancer three years ago on there and now I'll
never be able to listen to the only thing I have left of her because of
you. I called Verizon and asked if anyone has been making phone calls off
of it. There were. They were international calls. Not only did you take my
phone with pictures, voicemails etc. But you also are making me pay a ton
of money for your worthless phone calls. I will find you who you are. Or
you could man up or women up and give it back.