Dear Chris,

What right do you think you have to my film? Nobody gave it to you. You're just a jealous little shit who couldn't handle the fact that sombody else had something that you didn't. You were so overcome with jealousy that you hatched a scheme to fuck-over the only friend you had. You sacrificed all of your integrity and have been running from me like a pussy for your entire life.

You got down on your knees and swore on your life that you wanted to "repay" the kindness that I had shown you by "helping" me to catalog my collection when you never had any intention of "helping" me at all. You looked me right in the eyes and lied to my face knowing damn well that your intention was to steal my film and run away like a pussy. You knew you were intending to betray my trust, to betray my friendship.

You didn't "forget" to return my film. You didn't accidentally misplace it. You conspired to steal it then fucked-over me, my family, Greg, and yourself by sabotaging our film project.

I have given you countless opportunities to quit being a shitbag and to just retun my property but like a shit-grabbing monkey you just refuse. For some reason you think you have a right to keep property that you have STOLEN. You DON'T. Isn't your bitch-face cunt of a wife a lawyer? Ask that skanky whore if a thief has any right to keep property that he has stolen. If she's as much of a scumbag as you she'll probably come up with some legal precident that says you do but let me remind you that you made a binding legal contract with me that EVERYTHING you will ever own belongs to me as collateral for my film. So, just quit being a dickless cock-sucker and return my fucking property like you swore on your daughters life to do, ...you little bitch.

Kind Regards,
Victor