Yeah, you, the forty-something punk who attacked a sixty-something man in front of Don Jose’s. You didn’t expect the grayhair to... More >>

I apologize to the guy on the black motorcycle whom I almost ran into at the LA/OC border. Honest to God, I didn’t see you, and I’m... More >>

You’re the woman on Pine Avenue and Sixth in Long Beach whose dog (which was not a leash) was hit by a car. Instead of rushing to its aid,... More >>

To the blond, foulmouthed mother in the silver F-150. Thank you for screaming obscenities at me while I tried to apologize to you. I didn’t... More >>

You’re the slumlord who, for years, has had little or no regard for his tenants. Because our complex has a relaxed atmosphere with few... More >>

I’ve been putting myself through college, so I’m really not able to spend a lot of money on me. However, since I’m finally... More >>

You moved in so I could save some money on rent. It hasn’t even been a month yet, and the shower head is broken—along with the... More >>

Yeah, you, the one (or group) who went around our neighborhood last Saturday night smashing mailboxes and streetlamps. Thanks for ruining a... More >>

When you cheerily say, “You did such a good job; the food is so good—thank you!” when I put your food out, I really believe you... More >>

You were the driver of the big crane on the freeway early in the morning who forced numerous cars to swerve out of your way when you made a lane... More >>