Dear fatso next door,
Though you have gotten me in some way, shape, or form about five times, please allow me the opportunity to add a one on the scoreboard for my team. See, it’s the little victories here and there that put a smile on my face. And when you turned your sprinklers on at 1:00 in the afternoon on Saturday, my chance to get a point on the board (though admittedly a cheap one at that) presented itself. In pure cheap shot form, I called the City of St. Pete Water Works folks and placed my complaint. Now that the door has opened, let’s pray for more foibles on his part. You’re going down son…you’re going down!
