Boss, you will find me in the freezer in the morning when you come to turn on the light. You will find me hanging here, next to the dead cow carcasses and pigs and chickens and bloody hooks. Boss, I was never good enough for you, just as I was never good enough for anyone else. When you call the police or whoever, I hope you get your story straight. That you were the one who fired me, who never liked me, who tortured me day in and day out, knowing what a filthy place I come from every morning just to pay the rent for it. I hope you get your story straight because I want to be remembered for destroying you, not for being destroyed, found hanging in the butcher's freezer.

Sincerely,

Matty