A personal note to the fucktard to sat in front of me at the Folk Festival
Dear Fucktard: (and I call you that not because I don’t know your name, but because you’re a fucktard.)
I just wanted to drop you a little line to let you know where your behavior strayed from socially acceptable boundaries. I suspect the first strike was when you thought “Gee, I’ll just wander in here and insinuate myself in a space far too small for my giant chairs. Hmm, right on the very front edge of this blanket seem right, that should make it impossible for the guy who waited in line for hours to see”.