AN OPEN LETTER TO THE DRUG DEALER:
We’d rather you would die before another one of our loved ones does.
And we’re not sorry about that fact because we’re too busy weeping over loss and worrying about who could be next.
In our valley, hundreds of our friends and family members have passed away, and in Ohio and West Virginia, thousands. We’ve all been touched by tragedies, and that’s because you migrate here so you can sell your highly addictive drugs at increased prices in a non-violent atmosphere compared to your hometowns all the while knowing some of the poison you peddle is tainted with a killer dust called Fentanyl. It’s disgusting to us, and yet you continue to do the same every single day in your borrowed backyard here in our valley.
We mourn far too often, and that is why we will not grieve if you overdose and die, or when law enforcement puts you in cuffs and takes you to prison for not caring about killing our loved ones.
That’s how we see it, and state and federal courts have proved those narcotic suppliers have appeared in many forms, too, because they’ve looked like those street-corner dealers, sure, but also like pharmacists and doctors, too.
So, go away, one way or another.
Sincerely,
The Sorrowful
