A christofascist literally called the police on me a couple weeks ago and called me “out of control” to them for somehow walking past her disrespectfully. She doesn’t know I know where she lives and I’m trying very hard to be the better person (read, I’m trying not to make her feel unsafe in her home the rest of her miserably short life by, I don’t know, putting a bunch of horror movie posters on her windows in the middle of the night so when she wakes up she thinks she’s gone to hell. Along my business card, letting her to know it was me. Self control is hard sometimes.) but I am a horrible person and this is well established. I should just tell some bottle kids where she lives.