Nasty ass reminders and sweet sweet vengeance Was it not bad enough that they ripped off thirty of my prized CDs? But...no...every time I reach for a missing CD I relive the loss not of property, but of the sounds the music that soothed anger, salved wounds, restored a destitute soul. I am not near a wealthy man, have yet to replace even one third of what was lost, yet I would have given you crackhead assholes $500 to leave the fucking CD case! So now.I am arranging a crack induced heart attack pox upon you motherfucken scumbags. Thanks for leaving the hairy reminders in the car, they fit well inside the voodoo dolls. The next sensation you feel. is the needleprick of Death.