dear new york magazine,
as much as i love you - and i do, because thanks to your article this week i'm now a 9/11 truth seeker (aka conspirist),
YOU GOT ONE DAMNED THING WRONG IN YOUR APPROVAL MATRIX:
YOU FUCK WITH MY GIRLS AND I FUCK WITH YOU!
edit: credit to alessandro for seeing this and thinking of me and my compulsive obsessions.
love,
nick