Yeah, I really mean it this time. Just the other month you came home and told me to pack up my bags. You ordered me to move out. Your house, your rules I reasoned so I let you have the damn win hoping you would cool down and later we could perhaps talk it out but my oh my was I wrong.

A few days after leaving your residence I come across some relatives, and what's the first thing they tell me? Shame on you boy. I am flabbergasted. I mean, I almost didnt know the damn people since I rarely see them. I just snobbed them and moved along.

At night my sister tells me that you made calls to people claiming...