I am so not OK with this.

Dear Guy. Yeah, You With The Unnecessary Diesel Pick-Up Truck From 1986 Who Parks Outside My Bedroom Window And Revs The Engine At Obscure Hours Before Departing To Wherever You Might Be Headed. And Also Who Makes The Once-Fresh Air Reek Of Diesel Fuel. Yes, You,

I hate you.

Sincerely,
Apartment #4