Dear Ex, I know I'm the last person you want to hear from. It's been years since we were an item, and you have a new life now. Let me assure you that I am not trying to change that. I'm writing you because of some bad treatment that my brother has reported suffering at your hands. First let me say that I understand that I am not a very good guy. To complicate matters, I was absolutely terrible for you. That having been said, it is not fair to punish him for the bad things that I did to you. You have successfully driven me out of your life, and even got many of your friends and family to abandon me as well. Fair enough, I probably deserve that. My brother does not.

I pulled in to the Travel Centers of America in Knoxville, Tn (the one on the west side at exit 369) at about 2am on Sunday morning. Before I crash out, I decided to hop online for a few minutes. I see this burgundy mini van circle the truck parking lot, then head back up to the front and park in the car parking lot. I turned on the laptop, then went inside to use the facilities. I got something to drink, then headed back out to the truck. On my way back out, the van circles the lot again. Probably a prostitute, I guessed, but didn't think that much about it. I settled in to the sleeper, then grabbed the laptop to get online. And there, at the bottom of my available networks, was the following.