Open Letter to Kevin Mitnick

[confucy]

Peaches, Hammer, and all confucy haters.

Ask Gonzo for the facts. He acts like he knows
everything, and he is the person who stuck
groceries in my user stats, and he knows who
pulled the federal violation.

I never answer my door to strangers or delivery
people, just so we can settle that matter.

Peaches, when I was a child, there were old
nibshit women who spied on all the neighborhood
kids and told half stories. You remind me of the
old bitch down the street who had no life who sat
on her front porch with binoculars. She even took
notes. The entire town knew this old biddy, and
it was the first time I ever heard the term *nibshit,*
which the townspeople called her.

If you want more information regarding the bugging
of my telephone and the breakin of my computer,
ask Gonzo or wait until the matter is cleared up in
court.

I will supply you with all the information when the
time is APPROPRIATE. Meanwhile, get your questions
ready for Gonzo's half-ass radio show tomorrow.

See ya!