Okay this has taken a completely different turn. It's set in a different time to the incident at Mrs Kim's Antique shop so I guess some of the town's people have to put up with a lot of Taylor bullying before they snap.

I live a simple life, the less drama in it the better. Everyday I wake up, I go down stairs to my diner and at the end of the day, I retire upstairs in my tiny apartment. On occasions, Lorelei will walk in, hinting that she needs something fixed and I fall every time for those blue-grey puppy dog eyes and wind up leaving Caesar to run things while I fix Lorelei's porch, railing or leaking tap. A thankless job or a labor of love, I have yet to decide, but my point is, I enjoy the simplicity of my existence.

There have been times when life in this crazy town slices through the serenity and those are the days I am sure someone just really hates me. That darn traffic light put right outside my diner was one of those times and Taylor, I am sure, knows how much it pisses me off that the parking space allocated to my diner gave way to a senseless waste of town resources that seems to stand, mocking me when I step outside my diner.

Then there was the apartment thing and the building thing, not to mention the Jess thing, and just when I thought I had him beat, he manages to weasel his way into the shop next door for a darn ice-cream shop, like the town really needed that. Then he tries to dictate to Lorelei and I how to conduct our relationship, which has nothing to do with him, for the so-called good of Stars' Hollow. Then the darn Ribbon thing started, when Lorelei and I split and the whole town was divided as people "picked a side". I never did "thank" Taylor for the enthusiasm he threw into that little project.

But the Car in my Diner topped it all. That was the summer Kirk was to demonstrate the function of a ridiculous red light camera and drove Taylor's chevy right through the window and then refused liability. It was the same day Lorelei had told me she slept with Christopher and we broke up, and I felt like my not-so-simple life had turned upside down. I fell apart. It seemed like everyone was pressuring me, Gypsy, the tow truck guy, Kirk, with his whining, Lorelei and of course Taylor, who was telling me I needed more town spirit, whatever that meant.

All I wanted was to be left alone before I exploded. So I went for a drive without knowing where I wanted to go, because that's what I do. I drive, I wind up at a fishing hole or bar somewhere and I stay away until I can stand to face my life again. That night I found myself standing out the front of Christopher's apartment waiting for him to open the door. My mind was rushing with all the ways I wanted to tell the dead beat I knew about him and Lorelei and I was not happy. When he opened the door I could form none of the words I needed to say. So I punched him square in the face, POW! Then I left. I guess he got the gist of what I wanted to say. He felt it on the side of his face.

I guess the Lorelei Christopher thing was what upset me the most that day, but watching the window with my father's original William's Hardware sign crumble over Taylor's car was the tip of my rather large iceberg. I made him admit liability and I made pay the cost of repairing my Diner, but it seems his vendetta against me had only heightened from that moment on.