Dear Mr. I Won't Be Reading Your Response or Future Emails So You Can Just Not Waste Your Time

Ugh... Again we must revisit this stupid "promised" ticket thing that never happened. Our one and only email exchange about premiere tickets went like this...

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From: Aaron Lutz
To: Suzy Byrne
Sent: Fri Sep 15 19:49:42 2006
Subject: So you are...
taking me to the Marshall Movie premiere as a date? SWEET.
Lutz

From: Suzy Byrne
Sent: Fri 9/15/2006 7:54 PM
To: Aaron Lutz
Subject: Re: So you are...
Ha! I actually requested some tickets. She said that she normally doesn't give tickets to reporters, then she asked how many I wanted. I'll check in with her about it but I hope she'll give me a few.. I'm also coming for the 10/4 game I think. You going? Then we'll all be back for homecoming.
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On October 17, I was told I had 4 tickets, so I asked Davy, Drebbit and Amy if they wanted to go. They said: Swell. This was before I was even in town for homecoming. You and I never discussed the premiere again... until you emailed me to bitch about not being invited after overhearing Drebbit and Eric Neighborgall Fisher discussing it.

I told you "That's fucking life" and to "FUCK OFF" after you drunk emailed me -- over Thanksgiving -- to bitch about me breaking a "promise" that I never made. You invited yourself and I said I'd see how many extra tickets I got. That was the extent of it. The extra tickets I received were given to people I am better friends with than you, a guy I have hung out with maybe three times in my entire life. And based on this absurd situation, I think I made the right decision.

Further, if you wanted to go so badly, you should have ponied up your own money and gone. There's something called currency -- spend some. The tickets were available to the public.

I know you like to obsess over things -- people! -- for a long time, but I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave me alone already.