What I find interesting about everything you tried to put my family through
is how much we saw you unravel
by your own hand.
We'd been warned.
I disregarded it
I didn't know them.
I didn't know you.
You were just my neighbor
who angrily drove his weird off-road car around the block.
The guy who claimed to be a race car driver
but couldn't read a spark plug.
Just another facade you boast, but we all know the truth.
But I digress.
Then you pushed me out to claw back the equity because your financial numbers game, stopped working in your favor.
And the unraveling began.
The cease and desist was funny.
I'd received one before
back in 2012, at the other startup I cofounded.
That one came from a stranger claiming I stole his idea.
Same result this time.
Our lawyers responded with a mountain.
Evidence. Accounts. Receipts.
A warning: proceed and there will be grave consequences.
You went quiet.
We we knew it wasn't over.
A narcissist doesn't accept defeat
because they don't understand it.
Accountability is a foreign language.
Ownership, an impossible ask.
You told my wife yourself-
screaming it, actually
"I have childhood trauma! That's why I act this way!"
That's not an explanation.
That's a confession you didn't mean to make.
You might want to see someone about that.
It's never too late.
The lies you tell need to be studied.
My sister might have had you beat once,
but you
you never stopped.
Even when confronted by so many people.
Even when the math didn't add up.
You'd go to our lawyers:
"Jake did this. Jake owes me his equity."
They'd say: "Show us the evidence."
Quiet.
Corner.
Tears.
Then you'd come back with a different story.
Same answer.
Repeat.
Four, five times over the years.
We kept thinking:
"This guy is losing it. This is wild."
Then the cops started showing up.
Your wife yelling.
Cruisers in the driveway.
Multiple times.
FOIA requests can confirm what we already saw.
It was a soap opera we didn't ask to witness
except we had a front-row seat
and you kept handing us the script.
Neighbors asked about the episodes.
They'd heard things.
Seen things.
We never said a word.
Didn't need to.
Just when we thought the unraveling had finished
because a ball of yarn is only so big
we realized
it was still rolling down the hill,
still coming undone.
Thank god for the cameras.
Two years of footage.
Video. Sound. Everything.
Our lawyers told us early:
"Sit back. Watch. Wait.
They always expose themselves.
Why spend money on a lawsuit now?
Just wait."
They were right.
The irony?
All of this
every lie,
every police visit,
every desperate pivot--
because you wanted my equity.
Because you knew you'd fucked up.
Bad.
Our lawyers made that clear.
You unraveled so far
your wife begged to pay us
just so she could stay married to you.
So she could avoid what was clearly next on the list:
divorce.
We know the story hasn't stopped.
Narcissistic sociopaths never admit defeat.
It still bothers you
that you chose to pay us for the equity
just to move forward with the sale.
We didn't ask for anything.
You made it necessary.
RIP to the guy who bought your circus.
The shit show.
The clowns that came with it.
I thought you were the king of lying—
but it makes sense now
that the only people in your circle
are just like you.
Andrew.
Dumb as a bag of rocks.
"I know no one likes me" he texted me a few times apologizing for something
Lies so much that when I called him out—
when he asked for proof and I gave it
you stepped in, wounded.
Makes sense.
Calling someone a liar hits close to home, doesn't it?
In two years, I never saw Andrew take a single deal
from start to finish on his own.
And yet
"we needed to hire a COO and sales leader."
Your right hand.
A man who does nothing.
Brittany.
God damn, you groomed her.
Others said it.
I saw.
Remember when you told me about the favorite tight white shirt she wore?
Can't say much else.
The groomed will always be that.
Don't worry.
We're not done.
You're still unraveling.
We still hold cards you haven't seen.
Don't mistake my kindness for weakness.
Don't mistake silence for forgetting.
You will die a liar.
And everyone who stayed close enough
will know exactly who they buried.