Well, my jerkoff neighbor (see 10/5, 10/6, 10/10, and 2/14 blogs for all related entries) put his house for sale yesterday.  He must be moving for 1 of 2 reasons. 

1 – His wife is pregnant with their second child so they need to move to a larger house. 

2 – He is moving his crooked business to another state, or another part of Georgia.

I knew that I would never get the job done that I needed to once I took my complaint to the Georgia Better Business Bureau so it never was a winning scenario for me.  Yes, I got a black mark on his business record, but I’m sure he’ll change his business name and then there won’t be a traceable record back to my complaint, especially if he’s out of state.

It does drive me nuts that he wants to spite me so badly that he won’t complete something that would probably take less than an hour and less than $50 in materials.  Small claims court might have been a future victory for me, but at what cost?  Court costs would far exceed what it has already cost me and would only end up with him ignoring the court order anyway.

So, I have a few hopes for the next few months.

1 – They sell their house ASAP so I don’t have to see red every time I pass their place, which is every day.

2 – The second child his wife is carrying isn’t his.  I would pay an asinine amount of money to see the look on his face if the baby is half black.

3 – We all know he’ll eventually screw over future clients so my only hope is one of his future victims is someone with deep pockets takes him to the cleaners in court.

4 – With his company forever scarred by pending litigation, he winds up destitute on the street, giving handjobs for crack.  Meanwhile, his wife leaves him for the NBA star that she had her second child with.

This fucking assclown can’t move soon enough for me.  And if anyone thinks I won’t be sending a “Good riddance, you crooked cocksucker” email once he has sold his house obviously doesn’t know me well enough.  Karma’s a bitch, and hopefully when it catches up to Dean F. Solomon, she’ll be in a fisting mood that day and he’ll be bent over.  I hope she goes elbow deep on him.