June 23, 2005
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The Neighbor from Hell, Part III: He’s baa-aack!
Yep. Yesterday avening, he came walking back. Either he got bailed out (possible, he has had visitors who seem solvent) or I was misinformed about the criminal charges. He called me, said he was sorry about the noise. Now I will digress–although I am not without guile, I am without pretense. I am neither forgiving, nor “nice”, nor a particularly “good” person in most of the conventional senses. I do not claim to be otherwise. I make a good friend, but a terrible enemy. So I didn’t even bother making eye contact, tiurned my back on him, went back into my cabin. Fuck him.
At least his return did solve one or two small dilemmas. I had been thinking about getting a half-gallon of cheap vodka and putting it in his fridge so he would find it on his return and maybe drink himself to death. Also, I was head-tripping about planting some drugs in his cabin for the cops to find next time they came around.
At least I won’t have to deal with his dog. Someone else there got tired of her kids stepping in dog shit, called Animal Control and got the dog taken to the pound in his absence. He has been spending a lot of time lately looking for it.
In an ideal society, the dog would get a good home and he would be put to sleep.
Comments (5)
woowoo! All hail the non-existant ideal society!
It is really weird how much like my child’s father he sounds. Come to think about it, I haven’t heard from him in awhile. It COULD be him. Just in case it is, hit him over the head with something hard. If it’s not Lushian, the guy prolly deserves it anyway.
See, safe either way!
I love WYRMFaery’s comment. It’s Jake I worry about. If the guy is looking for him, and has the money to get him out of the pound, that could be the dog’s only hope of survival. Ah, well… serenity and wisdom, that’s what I need.
Well, I am not you, and I’m sure I’d be swearing out loud, but setting him up with booze and/or drugs? That’s a bit too much, in my humble opinion. Karma, man. Karma.
I hope he keeps the noise down, and I hope his dog finds a real good home. (I love animals.)
i really like the idea of leaving a bunch of vodka in his fridge. sounds like a college dorm prank to me. shit, maybe while he’s passed out you can cover him in something furry and get animal control back to his place..
yes in a perfect world…huggs…Sassy