Thanks {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Debbie}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

A lot of what you have said is right on and I thank you for it.

My hate for the "arch enemy" did not start with the other man's suicide. It started long before... when he showed me that he knew nothing of boundaries or respect for other people's feelings or their property.

I don't remember if I've said that he claims to have a "good neighbor policy" which is giving people junk that overflows his house. And I do mean, most of it is filthy, nasty junk. He never takes no or a "thank you, but no" for an answer. He insists that if you can't use it, to pass it on. I wouldn't insult anyone I know by passing on his stinky garbage.

Another reason I can't stand this man is that I believe he truly believes he is Santa Clause because he has no problem walking into your house unannounced to put something in your refrigerator or freezer, like he did with me. He acted hurt when I told him that walking into my house without being invited simply would not fly. That was the second time he was told to not just walk in.

On another occasion, he asked me "how much to you weigh, Lard Butt (spelled with a beginning A)?" Shades of my abusive ex husband.

Another time, he heard me telling Jerry, "Cut that rose off... no! not there, at the first group of five leaves." He told me that as a wife, I was reprehensible because I had the nerve to tell Jerry what to do... not ask him "pretty please would you." He didn't know nor did he care that I was following Jerry's directions. He projected his feelings on to me. Shortly after that, Jerry and I were sitting outside by our pond and his man brought over a yellow rubber ducky and threw it into the pond. I took it out and said "It's not that kind of a pond, but thanks anyway" and handed his duck back to him suggesting he keep it to take a bath with. He was infuriated with my remark and marched himself home and violently threw the duck into his trash can.

On another occasion he stopped me when I was walking my dog, pointed his crooked finger in my face and said "I am very unhappy with you!" When I asked him why, he handed me a can of cigarette butts of all kinds and colors. He told me I should put my butts in an ashtray instead of the wind letting blowing them around. Seldom does the wind blow in his direction. It blows in MY direction. Everybody else's cigarette butts that got discarded near his home had become MY responsibility. I pointed out the fact of the several brands of cigarettes and the fact that the wind blows from the direction of his house towards mine so therefore, those weren't my cigarette butts. He got angry, made the remark that some people can't accept responsibility for their actions and stomped home.

Just recently, he's been starting to bring his food leftovers to Jerry and at the same time tells Jerry that if *I* don't start picking up my dog's crap he's going to have to turn me in to management. I DO pick up after my dog and NEVER do I let her go in other people's yard. Jerry is undecided as to who is telling the truth, and what's more, he eats this man's leftover food!! Who knows where it came from, how it was prepared and how long it had been in this man's refrigerator! That's where I got the idea of pouring out the Canada Dry, that we don't use, into the box with the nasty looking left over cake and busting it on his front door step. ARGH! Jerry had eaten the nasty cake before I got a chance to do what I wanted with it!

For the three years that he has lived across the street from me, he has done nothing but torment the dead man and come across the street to gloat. The dead man happened to be African-American, although he denied it. I'm not saying this man wasn't without his strange thinking. The arch-enemy drug out an old Confederate flag he had and told me that it should be a daily anger provoker for the dead man. The dead man saw that the arch enemy would walk on the dead man's yard and told him that if he felt the need to walk on his yard, then he could help him pay the gardener. Strange, but the dead man had the right to tell him to keep out of his yard. He's not the only one that has said that to him, as have I. So... the AE starts getting up around 2 or 3 in the morning and watering portions of the dead man's yard to make it green. Then he took spells of not watering so that it would turn brown again... to make the dead man wonder what the heck was going on with his little patch of weeds!

The dead man and my next door neighbor where friends. They would be standing out in the street talking and the AE would come and start talking to my next door neighbor as if he wasn't already involved in a converstation and not once acknowledging the other man.

He would talk about the dead man as "the empty lot next door to me" within earshot for the man.

NOW... because the ME gave him a card and told him to call her if he saw anyone come around the property, this idiot has become a sentry. If the dead man knew what he was doing, he'd probably be turning flips on his gurney!! To me, this is very self serving and simply attention getting for himself. It is so hypocritical, I can hardly bear it without saying something to him. It wouldn't be pretty, so I keep my mouth shut. Instead, I talk to the manager as a friend and somewhat of a counselor.

I resent this idiot to then nth degree because every time I want to sit outside and just look at the dead man's house to think things through and try to work them out in my mind, this idiot is out there prancing around half dressed in a filthy, flithy ripped up caftan that shows more than it hides. I can't think through things, mourn the passing of a quiet, gentle, although strange man. I can't imagine for myself the hopelessness and despondensy he might have felt the last few days of his life. I can't come to grips with my own feelings about his death without this idiot making a circus of the whole thing and causing my blood pressure to rise! He's still intruding in on my life and my thoughts and my SHOCK AND GRIEF!! ... while he has no grief at all and not even a guilty conscience! He's gloating and taking all the credit for himself!! He is the heigth of HYPOCRECY if I have ever witnessed it before!!

Today I had the thought that is was a sorry shame the bullet didn't travel just a few more feet to take the idiot's life, too. It would have been poetic justice!