Today, while taking my morning stroll with my young child, the last thing I wanted or expected to see was you standing there with your two junkie friends in a public park, right next to the kiddies' soccer field, blatantly shooting shit into the crook of your arm. You saw me and my daughter and just stood there, your eyes glazed over and a syringe hanging out of your vein. Thanks for that. My little girl doesn't yet know that fairies aren't real or that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny don't exist, but because of you she's all too aware of scary men that stand in parks with needles in their arm. Did you even think about the innocence you were tainting? She didn't need to know about people like you--she'll find out about the sadness and horror of this world soon enough. You can't fathom how much I hate you for what you did today. Take your unbelievably selfish drug habit out of public places, you filthy fucking loser. And next time you think it's okay to inject junk in public, why not go ahead and give yourself an extra large dose? Your mother may miss you, but this mother won't.

--Anonymous