I was using a jigsaw to cut through a sheet of wood to make a display case for some sculpture work. Admittedly, I'd been working on this box all afternoon the previous day, and had just started up again at midday yesterday. But he'd never EVER said anything. If he'd had just come up and said "Please move somewhere else", I would have done it gladly, no problems. Instead, he just started yelling a tirade of obscenities at me from underneath the verandah. His voice was so vicious. I've never been spoken to like that in my life. I can't remember all that he said, until his last words: "Do it again, and I'll shove that fucking thing up your fucking arse." I was so shaken. I didn't know what to do. I've been jittery here ever since. I've been up since 5:30, working on other artwork. There was a knock at the door at 6:30, and I was positive it was him. I know I can't live in fear of an arsehole who's too cowardly to even face the person he's abusing, but I just know he's not a nice person, and I don't know if I feel safe here on my own...
