6/26/16

6/26/16
Achilles Run, "Stay thirsty my friend."

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Deja Vu

come home to find Sunny AGAIN in my house.

Remember about 2 weeks ago, he and 2 of his peeps burst into my house around 9:30? Remember my reaction???? Lo and behold, the lil shit is AGAIN in my house. Stoney CLAIMS he just walked in, so, tell him to GET THE FUCK OUT.

So, I go to his house and tell his folks I'll first kill him, THEN have him arrested. Their response: "good." Ok, we're on the same page.

Back to Toxichouse. with Pedrito on speaker. I ask Stoney the last time he used, he claimed 9 days. With Pedrito as a witness, I tell him no more friends at the house, ever, whjatever he smokes-cigs or weed must be outside, failure to comply=out of the house. Or, pack a bag and I'll drive him to detox. He declined stating it wasn't necessary.

Useless junkie asshole.

Thanks Dana, you useless dead cunt.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Ho ho wtf?

So, made it through Christmas.

I went to a meeting, ended up I was asked to speak. Perfect. during the meeting, Stoney tried to reach me. After the meeting I checked my messages-he wanted to know if we were still going to Pedritos. Good.

We went, it went well. Who was there besides the usual suspects? Fr.Robinson! Amazing.

We made it through, no harm, no dysfunction.

Got home, all went well.

Next day, Stoney went to Irenes. Came back, asked if I wanted to buy either the movie card I gave him, or another he was given. Sad.

Ho ho ho.

Friday, December 23, 2016

And so this is Christmas

This year, going to Pedrito's. After dodging Thanksgiving, it's important for Junkieboy to see his blood relatives.

The good news? He spoke.

The bad news: he admitted to doing heroin a week ago.

Fuck me.

Hope the spineless cunt who birthed him is happy.

It escapes (good sobriety there), leaving me with an addict.

Remember the discussion re: his smoking weed. Its excuse to do/say nothing; "what price are you willing to pay to have a relationship with your son?" Good excuse to do nothing. Now? Got those needles don't we?

So, where's he at? No job, for months now. Hadda hit on me for $ for a haircut, which I'm sure went into his veins.

Ho ho ho.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Everything happens

(not necessarily for a reason)

If maman didn't sell the house in Queens, we wouldn't have ended up on Long Island.

No Long Island, no Dana.

No Dana, no Keith.

No Long Island, no peeps.

Shit happened as it was meant to.


Monday, December 12, 2016

Here We Go Again

Going in late(r), attempting to sleep in.

Couple of assholes open my front door, let themselves in, making noise, shouting to the junkie.

Guess who???

I exit the bedroom, tell them to "get the FUCK outta my house."

Best of all, the asshole gets dressed, follows them out, takes off-after cursing me out.

Imagine, after having the cops called on you, having the cojones to break into someone's house???? Do some more drugs, overdose, and die. Please. Do us all a favor.

Good.

Just     like     mommy.

Enjoy asshole.

p.s. see below, great pic from the weekend's fun. They got my good side (yes, I have one).

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Yin/Yang

So, Stoney actually speaks! We discuss what to do re: Christmas, agree to exhange gifts. Nice.

So, yes, I discover MORE needles, and he is clearly stoned.

And yes, I discover he's-again-been in my room (enjoy the Twix???).

Fucking asshole.

He's again up at all hours, hosting his cunts at my home, annoyed when I enforce curfew. Nevermind that he should be grateful to have a place to crash, let alone pork his cunts. Try THAT @ Cynthia's. Try shooting smack @ Aunt Janet's.

This time of year reinforces we're ALL better off with the dead cunt. didn't have the balls to face Its problems. Better to forever stain the lives of those you'd claimed to love.

Fuck you, glad you're dead, earth is better. Ho ho ho.

Friday, November 25, 2016

SHIT

Banged my finger. Delayed treating it for as long as possible. Went to Stat Urgent Med Care (whateverthefuckitscalled). Hit me with a needle to extract the crap, I passed out. Not the first time this happened. Lo and behold, they request an ekg. Tell me I really should go straight to the e.r., that there are heart problems, i.e. "passing out" =  heart attack. I was soaked in sweat, etc...

I basically told 'em I had enough on my plate. I just can't deal with any more.

In Jan, I'll attend to it, until then, I don't have time.

Shit.

Oh, the GOOD news. Did my usual day after thanksgiving race. Was alotta fun!