Dear Mr. JLA,
I currently am sitting by the fireplace thinking back down that long road we humans call memory. I wonder what you are up to as you read this. Are you wrist deep in a ten-year old boy whom you convinced to get into your car? Are you enjoying a spoonful of your own shit (piping hot I'd wager) or are you in another one of your masturbatory sessions with your seven cats?
Just the other day I ran into Randal, you do remember Randal? He remembers you, and what you did to his beloved grandmother (I don't think she sat down for a month, but oh well she was willing).
How are Hannah and Maryanne? I hear sheep bite if you're not careful with them so I hope your "genitals" don't fall victim to their maws.
Hope to hear from you soon,
R3x29yz4a
P.S. Comic books are swell (so this is on-topic for the comic forum)
