These Are The Days Of Our Lives

This is a bit of a personal post. Let ya guys into the world of me, just for a moment. For those who know me, you know I recently moved into a pathetically built apartment. To top it off, the guy living under me is a full blown lunatic. We’ve had it out before months ago, then again this morning.

This morning as I got ready for work it seemed normal. No banging on my floor or anything. As I reached my door there was a rap on my floor. It continued as I walked out and locked the door. As I did this I asked, almost to nobody, are you trying to ruin my life or everyone in the complex, because this is ridiculous.

There’s one stairway to get upstairs, where I live. I have to round the corner of the stairs and walk right past this ass bag’s door every time I leave or come home. I usually make a point of spitting right in front of his place while mugging the door,. This morning I was surprised.

Loser boy was standing in his doorway, as if waiting for me. Again, as last time, I asked, what the problem was. Again I was met with instant hostility and a challenge to fight. I had my lunch box and a cup of coffee and was on my way to work. At 6 in the morning this lunatic timed my leaving to challenge me to a fight at dawn. 

Is it just me, or is this the behavior of a lunatic?

Well, I declined his offer and asked just exactly why he had such a problem with me. Again only met with challenges and threats. He told me I have no friends, family, and nobody likes me. I don’t know this dude from Adam. Then he started yapping about me doing heroin, completely out of the blue. Since I don’t, I actually just started laughing. 

Eventually enough was enough. I got pissed and I let it fly. On Saturday a Mexican family through an all day party that didn’t end until after 11 at night. This pussy white weakling didn’t say a damn thing to them., I asked him, how come you don’t bitch when wetbacks play there crap all night. He just kept on making no sense but getting under my skin big time.

I told him he didn’t have the balls to talk to Mexicans the way he was me, because he was a scared faggot that has no balls. I also told him I didn’t give a crap if they partied all night. I want people to live their lives. What the hell is your problem.

Then it got off the rails and I laid into him for being a cock sucking faggot that should worry more about throating his husband than fucking with me, at all. At this point I am done. This prick fucks with me one more time and I’m fucking crushing his skull. I will curb stomp this twink just like American History X if he doesn’t immediately leave me alone.,

God help me, I am surrounded by the foulest people on this great Earth. Just let me get free of here without losing my freedom on some stupid nobody loser.

Cancelled Person

I’m a total neanderthal that’s completely confused by the society I live in. I’m offensive, honest, and a good man. I’m, here because I pay to be here, and I will say whatever I like. Come one, come all, to the freak show of commiefornia.

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