Evening Me Droogs and Droogettes
Yeah… I’m a fucking moron.
Told y’all about my friend whose a Heroin Addict (recovering). Well, she’s been homeless now for a few weeks… she had a place to stay, but that went sideways, and she showed up here a few days ago. With her 9 year old daughter, and her 5 year old GranBebe.
I have very few
things I can say that touches ye olde blackened coal that resembles a heart, but I let her stay for a few days.
Wifey was/is pissed.
And now? Jesus… I can’t get rid of her. It’s always “How can you be so cruel?”
How can you be such a bad human to make so many bad decisions and lay that on me?
Ima hardening myself. Have to. Makes me a bad person? So be it.
Then she asked me for a weapon of all things.
Are you fucking kidding me? “I need -something- to protect the kids!” was her line. I’m like no fucking way. A) Yer a convicted person… dunno if a felon or not but she did a LOT of time in county for drugs, and B) No way in FUCK am I giving up -any- of my shit. I offered some bear mace. That’s the extent I’m willing to go. She got attitude with me… “It’ll be on you!” Well yeah, YOU pull the trigger on a weapon I give YOU and I’m the one going to jail!
Doesn’t help that the GranBebe she has is a half-breed niglet. And afraid of Stella-Bella the doogie. The most tame and laid back dog on the planet. Wanted me to constantly lock up the dog in the cage when she wanted to eat. (and I acquiesced by locking her in the cage a couple of times) but oh hell no… that’s done. This’s the DOGS house. The half-breed is spoiled, not co-operative, and attitudinal. Not my monkeys (literally!) Not my circus. She also expected me to feed and water BOTH kids regularly… and when I did, both of the fucks were upset with the menu… Complaining about whats fed to them… I know kids are finicky, but God-fucking-damn!!!!
Are you kidding me? yer lucky to have a roof over yer fucking head assholes.
Fucking fuck this fucking shit.
With her and anything to do with her. Fuck her.
They be gone tomorrow. So much for that ‘friendship.’
Fuck it… with friends like that, who needs enemas?
God… forgive me but I officially reached the end of my Christian Charity level. I’m done.
Til later, I Remain the Conflicted Intrepid Reporter
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