It's not even 9 o'clock in the morning and I have already had a run-in with another tenant. It seems to be getting worse. I don't normally go outside to the gazebo this early in the morning. I am not a smoker who needs to smoke all the time. I can go all day without smoking and it's not until my pain gets worse that I start thinking about weed. But the weather looked so nice I decided to pack up my walker with my stuff and head on out to the gazebo and have a quiet smoke - peace.
But - no peace. I go out there and Jen is out there half dressed - wearing a tiny tank top with no bra and her boobs literally hanging out. her shorts so short they were not apropriate. She is drunk. It is 8:30 in the morning,... She is holding a can of some alcoholic beverage and she is singing. She sees me and starts singing,... "weed! I wish I had weed,... can I have some weed,...?" grifter,... yesterday she asked me for food,... no money she said yet here she is drunk. She found money for alcohol,...
And yesterday I had to deal with meth mouth. I don't know his real name, but he is a meth head with no teeth, so I call him meth mouth. Mean? probobly,... but you don't have to sit with them everyday. He actually smokes his meth? crack? whatever it is he smokes right thhere in the gazebo. he thinks becasue he turned his body we can't see him do it,... ???? idiot. And then he goes into a verbal tyrade. Just will not stop talking nonsense. Noone understands him as he is high. But he wont shut up. So I just got up and left. It seems to be all I do out there lately - see the grifters and addicts and just leave.
How the hell did I end up here??????
I am so unhappy,.... I just want the fuck out. ANY WAY I CAN,.....
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