Open Letter to a Thief

Posted by Jhon Cortés Dinetriz
Dear thief
It had been about two years since that night when you stopped me near to my house. I think that you took advantage of the dark place you chose to watch me and also you took advantage of my disobedience towards my mom who had told me not to take that path a couple of days before. Anyway, this is my only chance to tell you how I fell about that.
I really didn’t appreciate you being that aggressive the day you stole my cell phone and the 1500 pesos I was saving for the bus to the next day. You didn’t really need to treat me the way you did. Ok, I’m black and I feel good about it, I’m telling you; but my mother is not a prostitute or a whore as you said. She is an angel and she cares about me: you should have seen her the night you stole those things from me. She hugged me and dried my tears off my eyes, and told me not to worry. You know something? You should try not to treat others people’s mothers the way you did with mine. Otherwise, you could receive many insults from the mothers of those people you stole. In fact, my mother said you were a fuckin’ asshole and that you deserved the prison for being such a rat. Anyway, she was upset; she is no used to say that kind of words.
I didn’t appreciate neither you being drunk nor high while you intimidated me with that gun on my chest. To be honest with you, I was really freaked out. My heart was about to burst. I stood still like a young boy being caught up in a wank by his mother. I really thought you were going to kill me. Man, you really have some serious problems! You couldn’t even stand on your own feet!
Although that said, I do appreciate you giving me back the Sim card from my cell. From my perspective this act shows a little be of consideration. I wouldn’t have imagined me losing all the contacts I had in there. So, for giving me back the Sim card, and for not have killed me, I guess I have to say thank you.

P.S You have serious problems