Feeling really good

(hey, it happens).

Did the Bronx 10m Sunday, did ok. Then went to work. Felt good. Staying still = death. Gotta stay moving.

Stoney? Working, proud of him. Wish to hell he'd stop the weed, but whatthefuck. He has his own path. Problem is" the assholes (you know, the addicts) enable him. As do his other peeps, rather than tell him to work, they provide grocereies and (???!!!) cigarettes. He has them well trained.

Fuck it, he's a good kid.

Amazing what a house devoid of psychosis can be isn't it? No more screaming, anger, dysfunction. What slays me is all the suckers who believed the Bitch's bullshit. Remember, It spoke @ MY meeting DAYS before doing us all a favor. Imagine, all these assholes thinking It was a role model, as It was amassing the pills to die by overdose (REALLY sober behavior!).

Feeling ok, doing well.

???

1)Motorhead was AMAZING!!!!! Anthrax opened, again: AMAZING!!!!!!! But Motorhead is the shit. No bullshit, straight ahead earwax melting metal. 7th row, we had a blast!!!!! (you know, my make believe friends and I).

2)Stoney's car? Bitch's car/casket? Still, neither have moved. Stoney demanded both sets of keys (he REALLY thinks he has a right), so I gave them to him. Let him try responsibility. Went away for a few days (smoked HOW much???) left the keys there. So, for over 6 weeks, neither car has moved an inch. Bitch's insurance? Gee, think it got paid? Think either car will start? Think I give a fuck?

3)REALLY enjoying retirement. Years and years of never calling in, no vacations (as Bitch went to Aruba, I went to the job), years of dedication to helping others. It all paid off.

4)Funny, Snaggletooth still has Bitch's ashes. Enjoy them.

We're gonna have a problem

Stoney starting his bullshit again.

"If I hear.....you've been saying...we're gonna have a problem."

His assholes have been telling him shit they claim I said about Bitch. HE'S calling ME to task???????????????????

Funny.

All it takes is one dick to fuck him up. Add more than one, and of course he believes them.

(funny, the son calls the father to task. THIS is the legacy Bitch left him.)

Wonder when he'll ask me to cash another check.

Will THAT be a problem??????????????

Ask Lisa, Jeff, or the other assholes to do his bidding.

Still waiting for a thank you, or a father's day acknowledgement.

What a difference a quarter makes

Been 3 months since Bitch did us a favor. Thank God.


No more fearing what I'd come home to, no more hotels, no more hostility on the home front, no more being awoken @ 2 am to have someone spit @ me. Nice.


What Bitch left us: walls full of holes and nails. CRAP had been hung with no rhyme or reason, and I mean CRAP. So, undoing the damage, slowly but surely.


Stoney? One week, $50 from Pedrito. Another week $200. Spending his days hanging in his room, smoking, spending time with his girlfriend.


Thank GOD I did what I did, how I did it, or we'd be left with NOTHING. Bitch? Not a second goes by in which Its name is either mentioned, or It is missed. Toxichouse is now our home.


Stoney has his people buying him groceries (I don't do shit remember, only pay all the bills and make sure there's a roof over our heads). Ain't I a motherfucker?


Jeff can't stand me. Like I give a fuck? This is the same asshole who conspired to spread the rumor that Keith was selling drugs. The same asshole who's married to an agoraphobic addict.


Like I told my peep: unless you pay my bills, your opinion is useless.


What slays me: the suckers in AA who thought Bitch was such an inspiration. Really CAN fool some of the people all of the time.


Had an epic weekend. Sat, the Pat Lafontaine mile, he recognized me, signed my bib-my yearly "thing."


Sunday: The Manhattan Run. Next to The Big One, my biggest thrill. How many people can say the ran manhattan island?


Monday: attended a Labor Day bbq. You know, with my "make believe friends."


Thank GOD It's gone.


And who-of all people-do I run into on Sat? Debbie!


REALLY a great weekend.

So It Goes

So, Lisa n' Jeff, a.k.a. thetwoassholeswholiveacrossthestreetwhocan'tmindtheirownbusiness, who accused Keith of selling drugs, are now his best friends. They give him a queen size bed...let that sink in. Don't ask me-I'm only the homeowner, don't ask if it fits. His room is way too small. When Keith and I tried bringing it upstairs, it was too big. So, Jeff will cut the box spring in half.

Again, let that sink in.

The mattress and boxspring have been in the living room for a week. Previously, I'd asked Keith if it would be unreasonable to attend to it about 5 nights ago. He spends the night on the porch hanging out. I again ask, how about wed night (last night)? He agreed. I come home, nothing. He pushes it, asking why I'm making "such a big deal out of..." Really???? Normal people have asshole neighbors intrude/breach boundaries? Normal people has a used mattress and boxspring in their living rooms???

So, let's do the math.

Not in school.

No job.

Girlfriend tiring of his do nothing bullshit/chaotic slacker m.o.

Hangin' with the asshole neighbors.

Always told him I'm here for him, but he insists on doing EXACTLY what his mother did-the easier, softer way.

It hurts when he does this, no respect for his home nor me.