Handling a Jerk

Posted on December 15, 2002 in Silicon Valley

I had this jerk who liked to torment me. He didn’t like me because he crashed computers. And I told people about him. So he crashed mine, made up stories about me, and haunted me for a time.

Once he paged me to let me know that he was moving to San Jose. “I know where you live,” he said.

“Great!” I replied. “You do know that California has an anti-stalker law. If you show up within a 100 yards of my place, I’ll go to court, present the logs of all our little chats, and get a restraining order. Get within 200 yards of me and your ass is in jail.”

He never bothered me, directly, again.