We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "dennis@home"
saying something like:


So sad that I would inform on a criminal,
it is really sad that you don't think I shouldn't.
It is also a reflection on your trust worthiness, i.e. you can't be trusted.

No Dennis, it just shows in your own words, the type of ****** you
really are.
Hoist by your own petard, Den old chum, you cheerfully announce you
would eagerly grass up a regular poster for something the cops would
only grin about.

YOU UTTER, UTTER DREG, DENNIS.