8:45 pm
I have been busy with our latest acquisition. Charlie has a lovely wife and 2 sons, 11 and 14. They have a yellow lab and thankfully, webcams. You know I love me some webcams. This one is going to take some finesse, with the wife and kids involved. I want to surgically remove this tumor without disturbing the rest of the family. No disappearance, they will need a body so the family can move forward, most likely to a brighter future without this fucktard roaming around. I have installed GPS trackers in Charlie’s and his wife’s vehicle, made their webcams my bitch, I have located which school the kids go to and I followed Mrs. Charlie around to find out she is a realtor that doesn’t keep regular office hours. This is going to be fun. I took excellent photos of the wife, kids, dog, and several security camera stills that will be very useful. I found Charlie’s work email address easily enough on his company’s website and am getting ready to make an introduction, I am just not sure where to hit him first. I think I will start off with something light and fun like the photo of the dog that I drew a bullseye around and poked a couple of holes to simulate bullet holes. I sent this to Charlie with the subject line: Consequences and of course signed it Simon.
You would think that getting a threatening email about something so personal and from your home that you would give it some consideration, some thought, some inkling that you are not so self absorbed that you would consider the safety of your family. But then you wouldn’t be Charlie. I received this reply six minutes later: “Who the fuck is this, I will fucking kill you if you come anywhere near my family.” Such anger and I am the one with road rage. I hit reply and attached the photo of his wife that I photo shopped to a woman being bent over a table and taken from behind that I found on a website I accidentally happened upon. With the lighting and shading I used, it really came out lovely showing Mrs. Charlie’s eyes. I added the following text: “I can take anything I want, anytime I want. You want to play with me?”
Trash day.