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.

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.

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.

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).

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.