Number Two

Under my windshield wiper, again. Wet blood. Sharpie. Computer paper.

They're right handed, from the pen marks, the way the lines curve. That's all I have. I've asked around my circle of friends, and no one knows about any of thise.

This is getting old.

Who ever is doing this shit, you better stop before I fucking find you, or else you'll be living the rest of your short life within a tiny, pine box, a mighty dark plot, with a mightly long drop.

William

Found this.

On my car. Under the windshield wipers. Folded up.

I was approaching my car after a meeting with my therapist, and I was kind of worried about getting a ticket because I had parked in a "No Parking after Blah Hours" zone (and I was well past "blah" hours). So I saw this paper folded up on my car tucked beneath the windshield wipers. I thought it was a ticket, so when I picked it up, I saw it was this.

I'm not sure what it means.


William