hey jerk from the 5th floor...

...i know that you have your power suit on...

...and your clack clack clack heels on...

...and you're busy channeling you're inner glenn close from damages...

...and you're also in a hurry to yell at the doorman like he's your personal manservant (and you did)  because the mail you got wasn't even from this building...

...but in america we say good morning to one another when someone says good morning.

it's called civilized. unless of course you're... oops

wait...

answered my own question.

kthanxbai

—the bastard

slice and dice…

"so, mr. bastard what seems to be the trouble?"

"well doc, I sliced off the tip of my finger on a mandoline"

"that's got to hurt"

"yep. and after about 45 minutes of direct pressure, I find that I'm still bleeding. so I decided that it was a good time to seek a professional on the matter"

"well you came to the right place"

"good, because I think i'd have a problem if I didn't"

so in a nutshell, the bastard sliced off a little piece of finger so I had to once again meet my neighborhood in an inconvenient way.

reminds me of the time in the fhillz when my v dub had a massive gas leak that introduced me to that hood.

only with more blood and less gasoline.

—the bastard