dear booger

Dear Booger,

I can't see you, but I know you're in there. I can't hear you,

but your presence is very obvious. I know exactly where you are,

but my tools -thus far- are useless against you. I want you to hear

me, and hear me good; GET OUT OF MY LIFE! Do you think I

won't eventually get to you? Do you really believe that you are

invincible? Well here's some news for you, I've dealt with your

kind before. I know your game because I've played it many times,

and guess what, I've never lost. You WILL be caught, you WILL

be extracted, and you WILL be discarded just like every annoying

jerk that's come before you.

What is up with you anyway? What makes you act the way

you do? I'm not threatened by you. You're just an instigator; an

unloved antagonist who's probably up there laughing at me like

Woody Wood Pecker. Guess what, you're not as menacing as you

think. In fact, I'd rather be dealing with you right now as opposed

to doing business with one of your relatives (pimple & splinter); at

least they can cause infection. To me you're nothing more than an

insignificant wad of uselessness. That’s right, you're only a minor

set-back; a shameful embarrassment to your kind.

Listen to me; we both know how this is going to end. I don't

even care if you continue this feudal engagement. With every

failed attempt to apprehend you, my will to succeed only grows

stronger. I'm not going to rest until you are out of my life forever.

You're reign of silent turbulence is nearly at an end. Trust me, it

doesn’t matter how stubborn you are, I've got nothing but time and

tissues on my side.

Game on,

Nate