EVG reader Boxysean shares this photo of a bag of bags on the fence along Tompkins Square Park at Seventh and B... and the bag has a message written on it:
Here's some bags to pick up after your dogs you pigs
To all the young geniuses breaking into this building:
This building is equipped with numerous security cameras that record directly to HDD.
We see you in the mornings, we see you in the afternoons. If you are reading this, we see you right now.
Some of you are dumb enough to wear the name of your school right on your shirt.
This is your one and only warning, any future footage gets forwarded to your headmaster and NYPD.
Make no mistake — you will be expelled, we will press trespassing charges, and you will cry when Mommy and Daddy find out.
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How dare you
We have you in [?] camera. It's a violation to put your garbage in private property.
Keep your BED.
"Based on the condition of your car and the way you parked, you are a bad driver on top of being an inconsiderate selfish asshole. I have filed a police report and you will be hearing from my insurance company!
Have a nice day!"
Stop stealing packages you thieves, I am getting the cops involved in this enough is enough. This is not the first time a package is stolen from the lobby of this building. Keep your hands to yourself and stop taking what's not yours. If you didn't pay for it don't touch it. I hope the cops find you because I am pressing charges.
Give me back my package you bastard.
Snow melts.
Shit does not.
Please clean up after your dog.
Thank you,
EV Residents
HEY, YOU BIKE-STEALING PIECE OF STINKING CRAP!!!
If you stole my bike, and my child's bike, to ride them, I hope you crash into a brick wall and have chronic pain to go with your festering insides.
If you stole our bikes to sell, I hope you develop scabby painful bits all over your body and never get a moment of rest, ever. I HOPE SOMEONE YOU LOVE CRIES EVERY DAY.
Those were OUR bikes, not yours, they were our primary transport and I bought them with money I earned. Get a job, you thieving sack of shit.