You harassed my family and myself for over a year–even our elderly parents. You ran over my kids’ toys on purpose. You destroyed the steps to my yard. You hit my fiance’s car. You threw rocks at my house. And you left a threatening letter on our doorstep that scared our children. You’re quite simply the most vile person I’ve ever known, which perhaps explains why nothing in your sad, pathetic life ever works out. The neighborhood is rejoicing over your choice to move. This, I believe, is Maui sending you a message.
Illustration: Ron Pitts