dear angry ex-bearded guy who works in the firm across the hall:
what is your problem. you always look so damn angry. and you stomp around the halls and slam doors and stuff. that's weird. why are you so angry at work all the time. what do you do for a living, angry guy.
i think i remember once i ran into a colleague of yours, and she said that you are film editors, or something? i don't think that's right but to be honest i can't really remember much of the conversation. she was cute, though, and really nice. if you work with her, i am surprised that you are so angry.
what happened to your beard. it was scraggly and made you funnier. now your anger is more distasteful, somehow.
i wish that you would stop being so upset or find a new job. i see you all the time and it makes me feel sort of unsettled.
i promise that you will not die if you maintain eye contact for more than .3 of a second and if you make even a tiny bit of effort to curl your mouth into a smile instead of that angry frown.
peace out,
someone who works in your building.
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