In the recent days of you not responding to me, I need to get something clear: I'm not addicted to you, but I am addicted.

As you can see, if I don't get a fucking sip when my high starts to go, I fucking jones out faster than Bob Marley going to get free weed. I cannot resist it's citrus taste, Okay? I just can't. If you believe that I have stooped so low by fucking three other women so I can raise enough for 24 fluid ounces of Aphrodite's Holy, Immortal Breast Milk, you are wrong. I have not fucked THREE women, but THIRTY women. Maybe if you felt edgy enough, I can get them to join in on a threesome with us. Wouldn't that be grand? Maybe then, you'll forgive me for my addiction and how I can't last 4 hours without one. It's citrus flavor and it's better than it's sisters Code Red and Live Wire. It's even good diet.

I hope you understand.

Sincerely,
Igott