If I'm not here you'll develop cancer and die anyway. I provide a valuable service, let my enjoy it.I'm not sure how I feel about having the cause of death in living beings hanging out in my apartment. Can you at least stop looking at me, rubbing your hands together and saying "your day will come" every time I walk by?
Your 'hood must suck; whores here will send you to heaven, and their churches don't demand tithe.It was pretty slick of you to get the neighbor to pay the rent by demanding a tithe, but can you stop telling me I'm going to hell every time I bang a hooker? Thanks.