I recognize that there are multiple Chris Arnolds from Carlisle, PA. The one I am writing of, as of 2025, would be approximately 47 years old.

I don't know where to begin with this, other than that I have attempted to reach you over the years on a number of occasions, because you: a) stole my property (my guitars, in particular... among other things, not all of which I got back) and refused to contact me back about it. I ended up having to contact your family to move forward the process of getting it back, which was embarrassing for both them and me, b) took our cat away from me (a cat that I was not ready to have but that you forced upon me and our shared house in college), and c) at the age of 29 were a member of the somewhat local Buccaneers drum team so that you could have sex with 16 year old members of the team (who were not fully physically or emotionally developed yet). Addressing these points one by one...

A) I don't know what else to say anymore. I had to speak to your mother on the phone, looking up your family's information online (which was highly uncomfortable for me--I'm not some sort of creep, but you had stolen my property and time and again refused to speak to me about giving it back to me). I had to meet with your brother, too. It was uncomfortable for them, and it is an uncomfortable memory for me. You were a grown man in your 30s. How is this OK? I remember you hinting that you were a user of psychedelic drugs, and given that someone allegedly stole your car and you did not file a police report about it, I can't help but wonder if you actually sold it for drug money and were making an excuse for yourself. Oh, and when we made music together, you claimed to send the master demos of our projects over to me, and never did. I asked you to send them over 'again' (you never did the first time), and you laughed at me. I made sure to keep pointing out you never sent them. Why didn't you send my audio property to me, either? What did I do to deserve this, Chris...?

B) I'll never forget Meeko. I will never forget that you took him from his family too young, and how he kept meowing and running away. I'll never forget how he used to climb up trees and fall off top branches, potentially killing himself, clearly in horrible anxiety. You were constantly absent and did not do your job to take care of that cat. When the cat would run across the street, you'd go 'I lost him' and refused to chase after him. I did. You told me that he was also my cat. I never agreed to that. Our landlord, Tom, also made it very clear that cats were not allowed in our house. We had other roommates who had to deal with it, too. Why did you not respect the landlord, myself, or any of our roommates? I did my best to care for your cat, even though it should not have been my responsibility (I had never cared for a pet before. I did the best I could, though). Meeko deserved a loving home. Not what you gave him. And then you told me about how he got mauled by a raccoon and had his insides exposed and nearly died. Where were you? Why were you so insistent on not monitoring your cat? You spent so much time moping over your ex-girlfriend, Amanda Lister, breaking up with you, yet you could not show basic commitment to your young kitten in its times of need. And no, I never forgot that time that you accused me of purposely physically hurting Meeko because of your own negligence. That disgusts me, and still does today. Your cat had problems, Chris. Your cat needed a real home. I would never have purposely hurt Meeko, and you refused to apologize when it was made clear to you just how wrong you were. Would you like me to go in more detail about that incident? Because I can. I think about it every day. All because you did not take care of your own cat and had to blame another person for it.

C) I don't care if what you did was (barely) legal: I still consider you a predator. I remember you laughing about it, waiting for those girls to turn 16, calling them your 'friends with benefits', and when I expressed concern about it you got mad, your conscience convicted you, and you ran over to your bedroom and slammed the door. Why did you sexually violate those young women, Chris? If your conscience did indeed convict you, why didn't it do so when you were having sex with them, too? Is this why you're no longer on social media? Did you, perhaps, actually go lower than the age of consent and are now facing liability for it? It would not surprise me, sadly...

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