To The Son of a Bitch That Egged My Car

I hope you’re happy,

I hope you were able to forget some of that resentment deep down inside you feel for yourself for even a fraction of a second

Yeah, those stains won’t wash out

I hope it was worth it

I hope your sob story is better than mine

I know that when you’re a piece of shit it’s easier to be a piece of shit because that’s the role you feel you need to fill

It doesn’t bother me the mess you left

It doesn’t bother me that I had to transfer the last of my savings to my checking account in order to make sure I had enough to get it cleaned

Never mind the fact that I was on the way to the hospital with my girlfriend

What bothers me, is in the midst of a global pandemic, you felt the need to try and inconvenience someone, even if only a little, that much further

And that someone just had to be me

You suck

And to me that’s all you’ll ever be known for,

But in the end, I hope you’re okay you son of a bitch,

Because I am