An incident occurred tonight, about fifteen minutes ago, of which I am somewhat attempting to wrap my head around. I was in my room, minding my own business and sorting through my stuff because I’m boxing things up in anticipation of moving in the next month or so. My little brothers are out in the living room, playing Halo. A game I despise, by the way. Anyway, they are doing what young kids do. Drinking playing their x-box, hanging out. Just another normal night at this house, and while I find the constant noise somewhat obnoxious, nothing is worse than the crazy idiots that seem to be attracted to my family like moths drawn to a forest fire. There’s a quote by Jonathan Swift, which rotates on the right side of this site every now and then, that says “When a great genius appears in the world the dunces are all in confederacy against him.” If that’s the case, then my brothers must be the next incarnation of Einstein, with the sheer amount of morons that seem to constantly be out to attack them in retardedly (I know that’s not a word, shut up) petty ways.
So I hear this screaming outside, just pure nutty-ass screaming. This is unusual for a place that’s full of dying old people. It’s this short, fat, blond woman. About 45-50. Yelling so damn loud that it’s making my ears hurt. So I go out there, and keep in mind that in most normal situations I don’t tend to walk into a swirling torrent of crazy because it’s fucking pointless most of the time, but for some stupid reason I thought perhaps I could talk some fucking sense into this lady. So this is what I managed to gather, her son is a degenerate fuckup who was drinking in combination with taking pain pills and stumbled home, told this crazy woman who apparently is his mother, and after punching him in the face, decided to wander over here and accuse, of all people, me, of giving him alcohol. Well, not really me, anyone who happened to walk out of our house, but I took personal offense when she said it to me. So I told her to get the fuck out, and also pointed out that I ‘almost never drink, you degenerate retard’ in those exact words too. She left, I assume, because she didn’t know me, whereas she felt she could fuck with my brothers all she wanted because they are younger. Apparently she pulled in the lot, nearly hit my brother, and got out the car shoving him and screaming at him. I had to ask him why he didn’t slap her across the face the moment she laid a finger on him, because I sure as hell would have.
So I go back inside, fairly annoyed by this point, and start to collect the garbage. As I’m heading out the door, this crazy fucking lady pulls back in the parking lot and starts wandering around knocking on people’s doors apparently looking for my grandfather’s house. In the middle of the god-damned night. She’s going to wake up my poor, sick, grandfather to scream at him because her son fucked up and wanted to blame someone get her off his case? I don’t think so. Before I go out there again to tell her to get the fuck out, again, my brothers friends do so for me. She threatens to cal the police on them and they basically tell her to go ahead, mock her, and generally insult her for being an idiot. She leaves.
Now I’m taking out the trash, and she pulls up again, and starts making threats again. I go out there again, and tell her to get out of her before I call the police, that I’ve had enough and she needs to back off. She responds with, “We’ll see what your grandfather has to say about that!” Strike three. That’s all I took, I walk after her car yelling at her, verbatim, “My grandfather would be proud of me for calling the police on a fucking degenerate bitch like you, who can’t keep her own shit together and can’t control her own fucking kid so you come over to our house and blame us because you’re a shitty fucking parent. Maybe if you knew how to raise a kid with anything but your fucking fist you wouldn’t be out here right now, you fucking idiot.” She hauls ass screaming the whole time.
That’s it, I think. So I call the police because I don’t see any way to get this insane woman to leave us the hell alone. We manage to get a hold of the kid and get an address, so the officer, when he pulls into the neighborhood, gets flagged down by your truly. As I’m explaining to him the situation, the lady comes back again! So me and the other kid that was out there with me just point at her, she can clearly see we’re doing so, and we just say “that’s her right there officer.” She tries to head back to her house, and the cop blazes after her. After wards (it’s been about an hour or so now from when I first started this) the cop came back and basically said that he told her to not come near our house again and to call if she comes back, which thankfully hasn’t happened yet. He also said he was going to look for her son, and had my brother fill out a report from when she tried to run him over. So perhaps they will do something later about that, who knows.
I think the thing that really got me is that she punched her kid in the face. That’s what motivated my little rant towards her, mostly, I feel. It just came out, like it was welled up inside, maybe from when I was a kid and my dad used to push me around. Things like this speak volumes about the individuals involved, perhaps even about my own character to the outside observer. So you have a woman, driving around hopped up on painkillers. This woman happens to be the daughter of the guy that runs the neighborhood. Her son is joining the Marines, and is currently getting wasted till he goes because he’s probably scared half to death. She probably beats his ass or used to and still does every now and then. Probably hates her life and her kid. So it comes to a head, she’s about to lose him, what does she do? Lashes out at everyone but herself. It’s my brother’s fault because he’s drinking with them, when he’s almost twenty one. She blames them for giving him the beer. She blames everyone she can possibly blame, but she doesn’t blame herself. She doesn’t pause to consider that her kid may be running away to get out of living under her shadow, that he may be scared and need a mother that actually gives a shit, and the end result of all these things is a fat, pathetic, old hag, who’s losing control over the people around her, and is lashing out so it is seen, like a frightened child in an angry world. Probably because she’s afraid too, of being left behind.
I just hope the kid is okay, because with a mom like that I wouldn’t blame him if he snorted ten pounds of blow a night. If anything I did the poor guy a favor, I know she’s his mother, but that doesn’t mean she should be allowed to just pop him in the mouth whenever she feels like it. Sometimes you have to hurt the ones you love (or at least tell yourself you love) to get anywhere with them.
But this is just another tale from this happy little neighborhood, exemplifying how just because a place is quiet most of the time, doesn’t mean it’s occupants are happy or the place is generally safer. Sometimes all you have to do to find the cockroaches is turn over a rock or two.
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