Gemotions

The notice crumpled in his grip, a physical manifestation of his frustration. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth. "They want me gone?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They'll find out what it means to push me."

First, he started documenting everything. Every crack in the sidewalk, every broken window, every overflowing dumpster. He collected evidence like a prosecutor preparing a case.

He then started making his presence known. He parked his car, illegally, in front of the building's entrance. He blasted loud music late at night. He became the building's biggest headache.