Dear Mr. Southey,
You and your niminy, piminy little notes are inane. There is so much more you could be doing with your time.
There you are dictating terms to others when you cannot even move your own life forward without severe, alcoholic sprees of self-destruction.
It would be best for all concerned if you just let go and let Benatar hit you with her best shot.
Get your shit together.
Yours Sincerely,
Mr. Southey.
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