Some bitch neighbor (not Timothy—who has not hit me up for a free beer in over a week—“Thank you, Tim”, by the way: I am NOT drinking for two), came pounding on my door.
“Why do you flush the toilet so much?”
Apparently she can hear that toilet flush through the wall and it disturbs her fucking concentration.
“I flush so much because I piss so much. Now fuck off and get outta my face before I am tempted to fucking choke you to death. But for your benefit, from now on I will piss in the fucking sink. Because I RESPECT MY FUCKING NEIGHBORS ”
She ran away.
Pretty sure there will be repercussions for my rude behavior and I will be forced to pay for my sins.
Very, very rough draft (of something I am working on) Actually, this is just a test, a test-of– Of The Emergency Broadcast System… I’ll get back to you. battling hotel maids and chewing on roll-aids… Soon. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly. There must be a song in there somewhere… This ain’t the one I had in my mind, but ’twill serve (for now) “That couldn’t be me in the gorilla disguise!” No Fucking way! Mirror that lies!
I am living in The Lion’s Den. (Not unlike Daniel) Commerce, America. Yeah, I just doxx’d myself. Do not care. Anyone got any ‘issues’ with me, Bring it! I ain’t scared. I ain’t feeble. I am still strong (with drink) And stank Don’t believe me? Just ask Shawn.
Okay That out of the way.
Washing the dishes…
This Lion’s Den is just an old renovated Hotel from the days when People actually had money and came to Commerce to see Jane or Johnny graduate from ETSU. Ancient history.
Now it is just a trailer park with nothing with wheels.
Lots of White Trash here.
I fit right in.
It is cheap. Centrally located. Comfy. And most important, Outside the jurisdiction of the Commerce City Police. Yeah. This is important to me. There are some minor inconveniences: No kitchen No laundry No real bathroom. But! But! But! No one fucks with me. I approach life with that “Lazy-Fair” philosophy Just leave me the fuck alone. Do that and we will not have any issues. Got that? Groovy. Cheers. Thank You. Drive Through Bye
(And mucho amore to anyone who comments on this post—sometimes I feel lonely)