In response to an unexpected request via PayPal for me to send him $572.93 for "Mental trsuma and rehab", my response to SXXXX SXXXXXXXX's ridiculousness was going to read as follows:
To: XXXXXX_691@yahoo.com
Amount: $0.02
The people of Seattle have spoken: The days of HXXXXX CXXX charming his way into the hearts and minds of decent people are at an end. Between the thefts, the squatting, and the narcissistic use of them, you burned through every good person available to you in the Puget Sound region.
Now your reward is an uncomfortable slab of Seattle's summertime sidewalk upon which to stretch out your new titanium leg and rest your drug-addled head. Maybe you'll dream of your glory days when I opened my home to you, your cat, and that bitter little troll you used to carry around with you who is so awful even cancer couldn't kill it.
Remember how you rewarded that kindness and generosity? My reward for keeping a roof over your head was lies, gaslighting, and a citywide smear campaign that trumped even your previous attempts to villainize me in social circles. Those sweet dreams of memories gone by are all that I can offer you now.
Despite your and MXXXX's campaign to disparage my name and ensure that people thought the worst of me by fabricating vicious rumors which you helped spread through our mutual social circles, (Pssst! It didn't work), I have a comfortable home, a great new job, and a growing number of friends with whom I enjoy outstanding benefits. I've grown quite fond of my life without you in it, so kindly go back to ignoring me the way you used to when I actually wanted you to talk to me. You had your chances - TWO of them - to benefit from my care and support, and you threw them away.
Now, as a ridiculous man with a big mouth and a high opinion of himself once said to me, "I don't want anything from you, I just want to be rid of you." Shush. Be gone. Go fall in love with everyone you meet, preferably on the other side of the Cascades. And please don't take this as an invitation to engage in debate. For your reference, this invoice is what it will look like when somebody asks for your two cents.
However, knowing that he expected to provoke such a tirade from me, perhaps even craved it in his current state of mind, I opted to deprive him of one and offered nothing in reply to his pathetic and pitiful plea for money that is not owed to him for trauma he self-inflicted and rehabilitation he will never actually pursue.
I feel sorry for him in a way because he will never be able to understand how many people he has hurt or why his misuse of them was a terrible thing. And because of this flaw in his thinking, he will continue to alienate those unfortunate men onto whom he seizes an opportunity to latch.
Beware, men of Seattle, Portland, all points in between! There's a hungry hooker named Holden on the loose, and he's desperate to fall in love with you.
* I have redacted all names to preserve the privacy of the people mentioned in this post, even though I guarantee were the tables turned they would offer no such grace toward me.
