Dear...

I know you're pissed off at being convicted of driving drunk for the fourth time. I know you're really furious at the Judge who sentenced you to lose your license because, aside from the embarrassment even, you need to drive to get to work. I know you may lose your house because of this, along with what little is left of your sanity. But I also know that you chose to get in your vehicle and drive drunk at least four times. I can figure from the litter of beer cans in your front yard that seems in danger of turning the neighborhood into a scrapheap, that you probably did it more than four times. I can live with the scrapheap, though. I can live with you losing your job and your house and your sanity. What I can't live with is you running possibly over the other neighbor's kid one night when you come home driving drunk. So I'm just hoping that the next time you get behind the wheel drunk, in spite of your suspended license, you drive yourself into a wall and rid us all of the hazard.

Sincerely,
Your Sober Neighbor