To the douchbag that jumped me at 4 am in the pouring rain. Thanks for fucking up my face. It was awesome to explain to every person I met the past week that I am not, in fact, in an abusive relationship nor am I a professional boxer. Hope you got that sick satisfaction of attacking girls out of your system. And whoever that guy was that saved me (I call you Batman because I never saw your face or got to thank you) by chasing the mouth-breather down the street, I hope you're down with castration. It's hard to attack girls as a eunuch.