Dear obnoxious bouncer
I use the term "dear" strictly in the formal letter writing capacity. I wouldn't want you to think I somehow changed my mind since last night. You are a disgusting sack of shit. You knew I wasn't some random woman wandering around, though even if I was it wouldn't give you the right. You are lucky I was holding Tara or you would have gotten more than a steel toe to your shin. Just because you're a man and I'm a woman you do not get to speak to me like an object or grab my ass. Just because I wear skirts and heels and shirts that don't hide the fact that I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm asking for it. And just because I sing songs that don't hide my sexuality doesn't mean I fuck everything that so much as tries. You are a pig and if you actually try to sue me for your injuries that you incurred while I was defending myself you'll be in a hell of a lot more pain than you are right now.
And you better count your blessings that you didn't try that shit on heart_andbullet because I will not have people I asked to be on my tour getting harassed and assaulted by the likes of you.
Punches and kicks,
Jade