You own a tattoo/piercing shop in Seattle, and I used to work for you. So have a lot of other people here in Seattle—some for you, some with you, and almost all of them can't stand you. You are good at what you do, or whatever, but was there ever a bridge you crossed that you didn't leave completely torched? You relied on so many to get you where you are now. You lied to me so many times and the lies you told me were bullshit. And our mutual friend who made all that beautiful jewelry and only got a few bucks for all his work and loyalty? Man, that is really shitty. How does it feel to use people up and shit them out onto the sidewalk? Whatever, I'm over it. When I recommend tattoos or piercings to anyone, your name sure won't be mentioned.
—Anonymous