I flee ARES meetings in fear.

I cringe behind curtains when someone drives down my street.

I spew filth from behind anon remailers.

I am unwelcome at ham radio gatherings in my community.

I inherited my 800 sq ft tin roof hovel from my adoptive mother.

I survive on SSI but have this "job" which allows me to be on
Usenet 24/7.

Riley has cited me numerous times for malicious qrm on 20 meters.

I think Stagger Lee is seven, no eight different people.

I was cited by city code inspectors for blocking the public
sidewalk with antenna wires.

"Lloyd" is an imaginary person whom I call Tubby.

I have no friends.

A retired State Dept. ambassador in my community is the
cause of all my problems.