Am I being rude?

I had a guy that decided I was his friend. I was still working at the time. Whenever I was working in my garage, he would invite himself in. Like the rest of you, my time was limited. It got so bad, I had to run from him at a cruise in. His nickname was Sasquastch. He looked like it too. And smelled like dog poop all the time. I tried being the biggest *** I knew how. He still wouldn't leave me alone. He died of MS.I felt bad, but damn, take a hint! I guess I scared everyone off, since no one comes by anymore.