Someone brought this MySpace blog post to my attention today from Miss Heather Letzkus at newyorkshitty.com and it really just weirds me out but I guess before people start wondering what the fuck it’s all about (I suspect jealousy), I guess I should address it.
Here is Miss Heather’s post in the event she should remove it. It was posted at 4:06am (Update 8.28.08: she changed the time to show 9:06pm but trust me, it was 4:06am originally) so maybe when she sobers up she may remove it and I just want to save it so people know what a truly tasteless, lying bitch she is. My comments are in green.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
This is the most laughable piece of shit I have ever read
When you are done reading about the sweet side of Ms. Justine of Greenpointers I will tell you about the other one. The one I know.
I first met Justine when we went Bowling for BARC last November. She knocked back beers, I tossed back cocktails. We threw balls— in other words: we had fun. Until she got really drunk. Then it got really weird.
As we left the bowling alley she started crying about how she wished she had a boyfriend. CRYING. Having known this person only online I didn’t know what to say. I consoled her the best way I could, e.g; women with strong personalities turn off a lot of men, hold out for someone who can accept you for who you are, and so forth.
I moved back to Greenpoint because I broke up with my boyfriend in Staten Island. I had to move out.
This is just blatant crazy talk. I seriously have no idea what she’s talking about. Yes, we spoke about me being single and my boyfriend and I breaking up but there was definitely no crying. I think this woman is fucking out of her mind! lol And just for the record, my boyfriend is the one who moved out and I stayed in Staten Island an entire year and a half after that happened. So much for her detective skills.
As we walked down Noble Street she informed me she was a Republican (which is no crime) and “Pro-War”. I asked for an explanation; she gave it. She slurred that she didn’t care who was hurt and that we should bomb the whole lot of Iraq. If one person acted out, EVERYONE should be punished— including women and children. On Greenpoint Avenue she told me about watching a couple of her friends kick a homeless person senseless there back in high school. “I heard his skull crack” she said. When I asked if she called a hospital she looked at me blankly. I guess only gentrifiers ask such questions. Silly me.
This is probably true, I do slur a lot.
And of course, the rest is completely taken out of context. I said I believed in war in general and in war sometimes there are casualties of women and children, it’s inevitable and unfortunately I believe it to sacrifice that sometimes needs to be made. And I stand by that.
The part about friends kicking in a homeless persons head did happen. But it was a drunk Polish person and I was about fourteen. I didn’t look at her blankly, I just didn’t say anything. I’m not proud that happened and I know that it was wrong but I was a stupid kid hanging out with thugs in the street. It happened and it’s part of things I remember growing up here.
By the time we reached Casa Mon Amour she wanted another drink “for the road” (although the road only led to the Astral). I humored her. That’s when she really opened up.
Stopping at Casa Mon Amour was her husbands idea. You should see homeboy kick the booze back. She got some nerve giving me shit about being a drunk.
She took great delight in beating people up as a youth but claimed “I don’t do that anymore”. She also confided that she enjoyed getting emails from former classmates via her “greenpointers” email address because she could call some of them out as being “sluts”. Mind you, this woman was 32 years old and never ever attended high school in Greenpoint.
Complete fabrication. People know me in this neighborhood, I totally never, ever “beat people up”. I had fights just like we all did as kids but there is no way in Hell that I was some sort of bully or nonsense. And I got my fair share beat downs, myself. And I have absolutely NO IDEA what she’s talking about ‘calling people out as sluts’ via Greenpointers. My blog has my first and last name on it – it’s right there on the sidebar so I don’t have any idea what she’s talking about. I’m just kinda confused at that whole part.
Miss Justine dropped out of school at 16. In Staten Island. Whether this makes her a high school or junior high school drop out I do not know— nor do I care. In any case she makes up for it by claiming to have an Associates Degree on her resume because (as she said) “no one ever checks”. This would appear to be true.
Yep, I’m a High School dropout. I got my GED. And if I was going to claim to have a college degree on my resume I would totally go for the Bachelors.
Then we got on the subject of black people/”people of color”. Here’s what she had to say:
There is NO WAY I am living WITH THOSE PEOPLE.
Those were her exact words. You do not forget shit like that. Especially when you come from a place where blacks were (and still are) treated like shit.
I have no idea if she is just running the gamut of shit to try and make me look like some sort of evil person or what. I’m actually surprised that she doesn’t call me a Satanist. Apparently I’m a Republican women and child-hating undereducated drunken racist. Whew, that’s a mouthful.
After ushering her home my husband and I were speechless. I mean, what do you do after listening to shit like this? I have never raised my hand to anyone in anger. I have never watched a homeless person beaten senseless by “my friends”. Much less hearing someone’s skull “crack”. I guess that makes “insecure”.
I never need anyone to usher me home! I’m appalled!
If bigotry, violence and veil upon veil of lies is what being a “real” Greenpointer entails, rule me out. I have lived here for eight years. When Miss Justine decided to make Greenpoint her home (again) I was already here.
Justine is a miserable person. She herself made this clear to me. Her birth mother actually forced her father to take Justine with him when he “went out drinking” because she thought having a child in tow might keep him from cheating on her. It didn’t. They divorced. Justine elected to live with dad, who she confessed “had a serious cocaine problem”.
Apparently “dad” has cleaned up. Somewhat. Justine told me that he treats all his children and her stepmother “like dirt”. She is daddy’s little girl. Or is she?
She took a few liberties here. For the most part yes some of these things are true but I don’t know what kind of person airs this stuff about someone else. That night we were all drinking heavily. They were drinking scotch or bourbon or whatever they drink in Texas or wherever they’re from. But ya know, I could sit here and air her (what I assumed to be private) business she shared with me about her background but I don’t even fucking remember or care.
I don’t hide that my parents divorced and that I went to the bars with my Dad as a kid. There were usually other kids there to play with! That’s just the way shit was back then. And yeah my Dad did blow in 80’s and now he’s a miserable fifty-something old guy living in the suburbs with his second wife and teenage daughters. He’s like every other fucking Dad.
Ya know, just because that guy interviewed me and I spoke lovingly of my Dad and my memories growing up doesn’t give this woman the right to fucking post shit like that on a public website aimed to hurt me just because of her fucking jealousy. Sure, I make snide remarks and she makes snide remarks on our blogs but I never called her out publicly like the piece of shit she is. And thankfully she’s done it for me with this post.
Inasmuch as she likes to pick on other people (myself included) I have to wonder what Justine’s true motivations are. I strongly suspect her blog is a means of feeling important. It’s not like she has really done anything with her life. Even she has admitted that. What kind of loser sends nastygrams on Christmas anyway?
I don’t know what a nastygram on Christmas means. Maybe something happened and she thought it was me, I have no idea. My blog is a way of me feeling important? Really? Oh come on, I write about nonsense – why would that make me feel important? It’s a hobby. One I enjoy. And yes, I have admitted that I haven’t really done anything with my life but I’m sorry I think it’s pretty evident that she hasn’t either. I don’t really see her solving world problems with a blog about dog shit.
When someone like Brian Berger affirms the image of “realness” and “strength” Justine has contrived it makes her feel strong. So be it. I’ll let her have it: she has nothing else.
I know the real Justine and quite frankly it is pathetic.
Justine seemingly has a very short memory— but I don’t. This is the first and last thing I will say about this “person”. She is not worth my time. And I have wasted enough on her already.
In closing, I really have no idea what I did to make this woman write this post about me. And if you read it, I really haven’t! She has absolutely NO REASON to write this about me other than she’s just jealous and angry that this guy interviewed me. I responded honestly to all those questions. And I speak honestly all the time. My only fault is probably getting too drunk and over-sharing. She seemed like a nice person and we’d been emailing each other for months before we met. It’s that weird thing that you feel like you know someone but you really don’t.
What’s good about my experience with Miss Heather is she made me acutely aware and more on guard with people I meet through my blog. This post really hurt me because I just don’t understand the anger behind it. Fine we don’t like each other but you really needed to lie about me and post things about my family?
What the fuck is wrong with you?