You just don’t quit do you? I wrote in about a dozen I Saw Yous ago—you, the 17-year-old living downstairs who curses, smokes dope and regularly disturbs the peace with your unemployed, tantrum-throwing boyfriend. I had no choice but to move my family elsewhere, but now you and your ilk have graduated to thievery: big mistake. You seemed to take a little too much satisfaction in chasing us out, as you and your mutt friends broke into the upstairs unit—empty and clean—to party, urinate and otherwise vandalize the place. Of course, leaving handprints and other obvious clues was just another example of your infinitesimal IQ. A sliver of evil in me wants you to know that I’m the reason for your eviction notice—and why you and your crew will soon be in jail. Karma just got real, didn’t it?
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to [email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
