This is a message to my neighbors in and around Onamia. You know who you are. I hope you're reading this.
I live on a private road. Unless you have business down here, please respect my privacy and stay away.
You want to go for a walk?
You feel like jogging?
Don't come here. There's all sorts of alternatives. The Soo Line. Kathio Park. The new track at the high school. Larry Milton Road. Highway 169... All sorts of places to run.
Wanna borrow a cup of sugar? Don't come here. I'm out of sweetness.
You want to get yelled at? You want confrontation? Sure, come down my road. You'll meet me. It won't be pleasant. I assure you.
Does it offend you when I tell your kid to find someplace else to deal his drugs late at night? Then keep him away.
Does it bother you when I ask you to not run towards my house from the direction of the Academy? Then run the other way.
Do I offend you simply because I don't want you or your "wonderful" kids in my life and have made no bones about it?
Of course I do. I'm Hannabelle. I offend everyone.
And if it keeps you away from here, I'm more than happy to offend you.
You put 94 sex offenders down the street.
I have to live with that.
And now you have to live with my reaction to people - strangers - "going for a walk" or "just jogging" down my private dead end road.
I suggest you keep your distance. I'm not very friendly anymore.
Of course, nobody can stop you if, out of all the miles and miles of roads you just HAVE to come down this particular quarter mile. After all.... it's a free country. Right?
Yeah. Right. Just keep telling yourself that.