Why, None Would Suffer In This World

I live in my buddy Mike's house. I don't pay rent, I pretty much just gotta bring in some spare change for utilities and stock the cabinets now and then and it's all bread and butter.

I live with my supposedly best buddy's mom, and her boyfriend. Marilyn and Phil. Phil is technically 'disabled' or 'challenged' I guess- total bullshit. Kid got pumped with a bunch of Ritalin and high fructose corn syrup and sugar. Guess that qualifies for being disabled in some parts of this world. Sure, he doesn't speak correctly. Probably a result of drinking a lot of alcohol when he was in college. But because of that, he gets to take 8 years to complete an associates degree, using so much financial aid money that he can spend $40 a day eating out with his girlfriend that admitted to just using him for money.

Yeah, Marilyn acts like she's this pinnacle of wisdom and clarity. She smokes weed every night and goes out drinking with rich white guys when Phil's at work. Oh and the two of them sleep on five fuckin mattresses, while me and Mike sleep on the floor cuddled up in our blankets and sleeping bags. The two of them act like they own the fuckin house even though Mike is the one that goes to work every friggin day and busts his ass just so he can barrrrrrrrrely afford this place that shelters all of us.

Half of the living room is taken up by Marilyn's shit. It's bullshit. I have all my shit crammed into this tiny cubby I bought at walmart for six bucks, and they still fuckin complain about how my laundry stinks. They leave the god damn heater on every night while they stretch out on their foam mattresses (yeah i'd have a bad back, trying to act like I was Princess Jasmine sleeping on the finest pillowy clouds of Arabia every night when my grotesquely fat body is really sinking the shit in the middle so bad my back bends) anyways they leave the heater on and sometimes even turn the oven on full blast, cuz they're soooooo cooooooold and shit (ever live on the streets bitch? fuck you. go sleep on mt elden n tell me-) AND WHEN THE UTILITY BILL COMES ohhhh Charlie's such a bad guy he never helps out with the utility bills nahnahnahnah. Yeah. Dumb fucks. I wear sweats all day. I take cold showers. I don't turn that shit on and wait for it to warm up 20 minutes like it's a fuckin hotel room and I'm just visiting this country for the weekend. Fuckin ingrates.

What else?! Get this. So she's jumping on my back cuz I have a substance problem *coughcough*. Heeeeeeeeey Miss Joe! Remember last year when I had to carry your ass out of the woods with two of your kids and your gay friend, and it took us like a whole half an hour to go literally 100 feet? Because you were so fuckin wasted? Remember when you used to throw little parties with your gay friends and drink all the time, or come back home puking and shit? Yeah, I do. You don't, apparently. Get this- I tell this broad that I got a beer, cuz she's in a rut and I feel bad, and she mentions offhand that she wishes she had a drink. So I tell her 'hey I have a 40 in the fridge I was hiding, but ya know, since you're my native momma and all and I'm supposed to love you and shit, here why don't you have some'. Suddenly, 'oh no, that's crappy beer. I can't drink that'. huh. well. Guess I don't have to worry about hiding my beer, then, right?|

That night I literally puked and diahhread til I was unable to spit anything out of my throat.

All I remember is my beer having a funny, basic kind of taste to it when I came back from the bathroom. Next thing I know, I'm purging out my innards like an Alien movie. And even after I puke, I lay down and drink water, and this shit starts foaming up my throat.

Bitch put soap or bleach in my beer.

This all happened the night her son came back in to town. Hmmmmmmm. And he needs a place to stay. It'd be convenient if Charlie was out of the house, wouldn't it? Then Eris could stay there and go right to work (oh I've been lookin for a job for months- Eris comes to Flag and his sisters hire him at their work that SAME DAY)

Yeah. This is the shit I live with.

Even when Eris came back, he was like 'man i can't believe how shitty everyone treats you!'. And he's talking about his MOM and her boyfriend! It's THAT obvious. Yet I have to keep my mouth shut. Cuz I got no options. All my friends left my ass. They're all too good for Charles 'cough syrup' Motowski. Dylan's off 'being the best man he can', and Nick's probly wishing he was a tranny then making fun of anyone that has insecurities, Lucas probly hasn't figured out he's gay yet and is still trying to suffer through Crystal using him cuz she's never gonna find anyone else. Hmm who else is fuckin rogue.... Brad, I don't know man, I mean, who am I kidding Brad... who am I kidding... yeah, I know what's right. I just choose not to do it, cuz I'm Don Juan or some shit. Hmmm Cody, probly would still be defending my ass here and there but he's probly just jumping on the bandwagon of hate with his 'furious cuz his dick is too smalll' brother Sean. cuz it's easier to do that than make a stand, and after all... what's the point? If you can just find a reason not to do something, you don't have to do it. Nothing to do with following your fucking gut and JUST LIVING AND BEING A MAAAAAAAAAAN. By the way, I have and always will LOVE your fuckin sister, I don't give a SHIT what society thinks. Thinkin of that angel still warms my soul~ hopefully Sean and Jeff haven't poisoned her with their heavy ass negativity.

I must find a place to hide.... a place for me to hide.....

Can you find me soft asylum, I can't make it, anymore... the man is at. the. door.