ROM would like me to disclose (remind?!) you that I'm an alcoholic and that every deed I've done has been tainted by meanness and that every word I write is to be taken with a grain of salt. Indeed, I must admit I've lived a life without a single redeeming virtue, without a single good turn, without a single act of kindness. But most certainly with a flask in my hip pocket every day, oh, yes. Drunk every step of the way.
She got her money and now she's holding my stuff hostage.
The question begs to be asked: who is the meaner of the two?