I cursed W.'s fucking ass OUT yesterday right before the concert:
He was on the balcony when Humberto and I came back to the house to smoke and get ready for the Janet concert. He's listening to country music, being a weird loser, as usual. I say, "Where about to come out and smoke." He doesn't respond. I say, "or we can just smoke in here..." I turn off the bullshit country music. He comes toward the door. I was like, "oh, are you coming in so we can smoke outside?"... He says, "How about you don't smoke at all?" I lost it. It was pretty much over.
"What do you mean, don't smoke at all. Fuck you you sorry loser I'll fucking smoke whenever I fucking want to, bitch! Pay the fucking rent you sorry leach. That's what you need to do."
"You pay the rent..." he says.
He was on the balcony when Humberto and I came back to the house to smoke and get ready for the Janet concert. He's listening to country music, being a weird loser, as usual. I say, "Where about to come out and smoke." He doesn't respond. I say, "or we can just smoke in here..." I turn off the bullshit country music. He comes toward the door. I was like, "oh, are you coming in so we can smoke outside?"... He says, "How about you don't smoke at all?" I lost it. It was pretty much over.
"What do you mean, don't smoke at all. Fuck you you sorry loser I'll fucking smoke whenever I fucking want to, bitch! Pay the fucking rent you sorry leach. That's what you need to do."
"You pay the rent..." he says.
"Do you really expect me to give you the rent money so you can keep living off of me you fucking piece of trash thief. You're a leach. Pay the fucking rent, bitch!"
"You pay the rent..." he says. Moving in and trying to go around me. I stand in front of him dead set on having this conversation.
"Fuck you, you sorry motherfucker! I paid the rent directly to her [the landlord]. Why the hell would I give you a dime? I should fuck you up you sorry bitch. Pay the rent you dumbass!"
He manuevers through the living room and around me. By this point we are in the hallway near his room door that he's edging as fast as possible toward, "You think I don't know that you've been stealing from me, bitch. I don't need to pay you shit. Fuck you, asshole." My words slapping him as hard as I could make them. I wanted to jump that mother fucker SO BAD... "do somethin, just do somethin" i kept hearing over and over in my head. The whole time he's answering in the most punk bitch mumbling that is just making me angrier by the murmur.
I'm yelling so intently in his ear, wanting, waiting, asking him to just turn around and do something. Anything. I would have just laid my hands on him. I could feel myself wanting to slam him into the wall and then to the floor while I kicked and punched him into a new reality. Dumb fuck.
Pay him the rent?!?!? HAHAHAHAHA... That train has sailed bitch ass motherfucker! You won't smoke another dime of my money, you ROCKHEAD METHHEAD! You smoked the rent for June, July, and August. You need a cracksnack bitch?!?! See if you can sell yourself... oh who are we kidding? Nobody but another crackhead would want you... as we've seen over the past few months. And we all know those guys were just baggy chasers and had to be high to fuck yo nasty ass anyway... or at least that's what they told me.
Reminds me of that time Philip kissed him right after he had just finished sucking my dick. Taste the rainbow, bitch.
I hate this bastard. We should not interact much more. I have a short while. He should tread lightly. I still can't believe he's acting like i'm impeding on HIS life when he's been living off of me for the past 3 months!!! He didn't have the decency to let me know that we were being evicted. For that ALONE, he deserves my foot in his ass. How dare you endanger my living experience and THEN refuse to informed me that at any point... the police could come in here and tell us to haul our shit out in garbage bags. You are a hot fucking mess who deserves to get his ass kicked but i'm trying to just get out of here before I do that for you.
Put the pipe down long enough to understand that you are the freakshow in this situation. You are the crystal meth addict. You are the one who is causing all of this. By being a narcissistic asshole, you turned your back on all your friends. The only people who ever cared about you. You did it in the most assholeish way possible. I tried for two solid weeks to continue to care about your well-being. You, for two weeks, took every opportunity to throw that away. No problem. The way I see it, you earned my discontent with you. You asked for me to hate you. Done. You've done everything to make me feel uncomfortable in the space that ONLY I AM CURRENTLY PAYING FOR. THE LANDLORD HATES YOU [she actually told me that! no shit!] AND YOU ARE LIVING IN A FANTASY a FUCKING DREAMWORLD!
I WOULD NOT MIND BEING AROUND [AFTER I MOVE] THE DAY YOU GET HAULED OUT OF HERE.
Then will you realize that... dur... maybe my friends of over 5 years may have been right all along.
You don't need help with your fucking DRUG ISSUES but moreso with your self destructive personality. I do my dirt and I do my drugs... but you, you sorry son of a bitch, you have taken it to a whole nutha level. You make me want to use! Fuck, lol. Then I look at you and I never want to use again. It's been weeks, at least. I wonder if it's even been hours for you? I doubt it. You like to keep the windows and doors open so i don't smell the CRYSTAL METH SMOKE coming out of your room? Bullshit you sorry bitch. i smell it and i KNOW you smell it.
Stay away from me, dumbass. Pay YOU rent??!?! really?
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