Dear Chris,

You're such an asshole. How do you go through life knowing what a fucking asshole you are?

Let me say this again, for the one-millionth time... "YOU CAN NOT HAVE MY FILM!" How many times do I have to say it? Return my stuff, you stupid shit!

It doesn't matter how long you've been able to avoid me. At no point does MY film magically become yours. Our agreement WAS NOT that "you will return my film, ...unless you run off like a scumbag chicken-shit for twenty years" ...or anything like that. The agreement was "you will return my film, ...unless you die". So either RETURN MY FILM, pay for it, or KILL YOURSELF.

I don't care how long you have been running and hiding. If you're going to steal from me, you need to run and hide FOREVER. I will never stop wanting my film returned to me. You will always owe me, until this is resolved. There is no statute of limitations on this (you asshole), it's not like I'm one of the stores you would shoplift from. I was your ONLY friend, and you betrayed me and ran off like a little chicken-shit. Own up to it! Perhaps you can bullshit yourself that "I drifted away" and left you in care of my film, or that "you never had it" but you and I both know that's a big pile of bullshit. In addition, everyone else knows too. Greg knows, he told his wife so she knows, your wife knows, your sisters know, my brothers and sisters know, my parents know, all my friends know, and someday, everyone else will know too.

You know, ...in all my years I've met a lot of scumbags. The world is full of liars, cheats, frauds, fakes, thieves, and people that would screw-over their own mother if it meant they could get another buck. But you, my friend, are ALL of those things. You are the only one out of thousands of people I've met that is a complete scumbag through-and through.

Sincerely,

~Vic