I'm hoping to make a serial out of this, much as I'd hoped to make updates about various whacked-out nutfucks that I come across in various ways a continuing soap box blog-like speech fest. We shall see.
Anyway, my landlord, whose name is Bernie, is a fucking dickhead, asshole, piece of shit, Texan fuckhead cocksucker. I would like to tie him up and run him over with his big, stupid Lexus SUV. It would make me happy to see him lying in the street with black tire tread marks across his stupid "vintage" OP shirts that he purchased at Abercrombie & Fitch for $50 that were made by six year olds in Myanmar for $.05.
Oh how I would laugh with evil glee and delight!
So I come home the other day, Tuesday I believe, yes twas Tues., from walking my mutt and the dipshit is at the neighbors waiting for me. He had been in my home and had made quite a mess out of the closet where the attic access door is. See, we have raccoons or oppossums (or as they are more commonly referred to by the redkneck moniker, possums) or rats or squirrels or cats or who-the-fuck-knows what vermin in our attic, walls and everywhere in-between. My SO and I don't hear 'em so much anymore, but the old bat next door is fucking obsessed! So the guy proceeds to explain to me that raccoons are nocturnal (no shit, sherlock) and that the best way to get rid of them is to "make them uncomfortable" during the day. You mean we gotta take out their 42 inch plasmas and water beds?! Well, Christ on a Cross, why not just shoot the little fuckers! We's in Texas, ain't we? (just kiddin') So what does he do? He's got two 100 watt flood lamps and a radio, tuned to the local Nashville assembly line country station in the attic. I work outta the house and let me tell you once you've heard the most despicable shit that corporate music "artists" can possibly record for more than two seconds, you kinda go into a murderous rage a'la Jack Nicholson in The Shining. Where was I? Oh, yeah. So when Bernie is done lecturing me as if I'm six, I tell him that next time he wants to come in the house in violation of TX state law without 24 hours notice he better watch his balls. Ruby takes great exception to strangers just walkin' on in. Then I informed him that I would not be running two 100 watt flood lamps off of, you guessed it, my own electricity for 12 hours a day as it is both wasteful and expensive. Boy, you shoulda seen ol' fucknut's face. He was pissed. But I had him. There wasn't shit he could say.
Ahhh, sweet victory.