We can all relate to being dicked over by that girl or guy who bring about that rage we had never felt before, the boss who makes it his job to make life miserable each and every day, the family problems that just won't go away, or just waking up and knowing today is gonna be one of those days.

It was the events of one of those days that eventually led to the invention of "The Last Word." Let me take you on a little journey...

We've all been bugged by telemarketers. Most of us may have even had a bill collector call a few too many times. But, before Congressional Privacy Acts and harassment suits, those collection agencies reigned supreme over all of us. These maggots feel nothing for the working guy who's just having trouble making ends meet. No sympathy for young guy who can't afford that outrageous medical bill. Nothing for the family who's forced to choose between food or heat. My crime? I fell behind on some bills. Happens to all of us. But when the collectors turned their spineless tricks on me - and refused to stop - I did what any self-respecting guy would do. I took the bastards to court.

I'd love to name names. I'd love to tell you that “James Runkle” from “The Northland Group" learned his lesson. But as I sat across from that judge and stared at the little weasel who called me 11 times a day, called my mother at work, called my friends, my ex-girlfriends parents, even called the little old lady down the street whom I have never even met, my blood boiled. I could only think of how good it would feel to get the last word on that lowlife and his "debt recovery solution" company. And as my lawyer presented the undeniable evidence against them, I started to feel like maybe I could. The scrawny boy behind the phone whom I was finally meeting face to face (or face to cheek since he wouldn't even look at me) was no match. It would have been the equivalent of the Hulk versus Mr. Bean if he and I were in the ring. (If you are reading this James, TRY ME) The company's lawyer did what liars... I mean lawyers do. In the end, I won the case. It wasn't enough to retire, just maybe enough to pay for my time. I felt somewhat validated, but more needed to be done. I still wanted the last word.

Luckily for them, the wimpy bill collector and the corporate lawyer get the privilege of being my first two customers. Although I only get to enjoy their expressions in my mind, I know that when they read "Thanks for the new truck James" and see that big middle finger, they got the point - and I got the last word!