Thursday, December 27, 2007
I don't think I ever mentioned that he was forced to clean his room twice. These photos are a few months after the first forced clean-out. It was much worse at one point than what you see here. Unfortunately, I didn't take any photos then. Initially, the garbage pile around his chair was up over the monitor, there was no space left at all under his computer table, it was just a solid mass of garbage.
This was the view just outside his door in the hallway. Oh, any beer box you see is filled with cans or bottles, he never had an empty beer box. There's the paint kit I used to paint the bathroom. The door facing you is a walk-in closet. It was inaccessible for many years.
Just cracking the door, revealing the horror inside.
Don't let this happen to you.
At this point, his bed was against the wall there under the window. Can't see it? It's there somewhere, that's his blanket showing.
Beam me up, Scotty.
Oh yeah, I found this pretty cool comic while surfing the internets for satanic porno - Mr. Satanism I thought it's pretty funny. Sorta like Dilbert but with curse words and stuff. You youngsters probably won't get the punk references though. He likes to review shitty movies too, like hundreds of them. Helped me pass the time during Xmas.
Fuck you all
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
So Ms. Dumbass has been acting unusually nice to me lately, don't know why but it's real weird. Anyway, I ended up moving some of Bob's rotting furniture around to hide it from the neighbors. The huge sofa bed was dragged behind Ms. Dumbass' house and the other smaller crap was put out by the street. Unfortunately, the garbage men didn't take any of it, so there it stays.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Fuck you all.
I got the cable only because Veggie finally had the phone disconnected, almost 2 months after he left. So I got 2 months of phone service for free. I can tell it wasn't shut off for non-payment cause it still makes a clicking sound when they do that. Way to go Bobby!, now you owe AT&T $100. I guess AT&T can just get in line with all the other people you fucked over.
Ms. Dumbass went to Bob's workplace(home) a few more times to get him to take his furniture away. She says Bob is there but nobody comes to the door, oh well. I hope the floor isn't too cold for you there Bobby. More beer should take care of that.
Friday, November 09, 2007
The urine stench is almost gone from the bathroom. After I eliminated most of the Veggie stench, I started to notice the other smells. The upstairs smells like a giant hamster cage from the squirrels in the attic. I never noticed this before cause it was covered by the Veggie stench. So I spent like 5 hours in the attic nailing wire everywhere, they're coming in from 2 or 3 places. Ms. Dumbass doesn't care about it, it's pointless trying to get her to do anything. I think it worked cause I haven't heard any squirrels since I was up there.
It's rough coming up with the money for this dump now by myself. Heating oil is now $2.79/gal. here and it's getting cold. I paid $420 for 150 gallons. If I kept the thermostat near 70 it would be gone in a month, I keep it around 60. Anyway, I'm never living with anyone again, unless it's a hot babe that puts out, lesson learned.
Veggies' furniture is still in the yard here. It's been raining a lot here so I haven't gotten a pic yet. Ms. Dumbass said she went to Bobs' pity job and asked him to come remove the stuff, he never came...oh well. Our elderly neighbor must love the view of the rotting furniture.
I'm still getting Veggies' mail here. I've been forwarding his work address and phone # to the collection agency letters as they arrive, just cause it seems like the right thing to do. I've sent out letters to 5 different collection places so far.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I ended up settling with Ms. Dumbass. She took $200 off for this month, so I had to pay another $400. How generous of her. So this month cost $1000, next month will be $1,200. I'm almost paying what a mortgage would cost me for this dump.
I've been cleaning for the last few days. I can't get all the urine stench out of the bathroom, it must be under the linoleum. It's much better anyway. I threw out about 8 garbage bags of Veggies' food from the kitchen. He had 7 full cartons of eggs in the fridge, some dating back to 2005. My stress level has dropped dramatically since the scumbag left.
I started looking at houses again last week, I'm looking at a few places on Thursday. The market is still dropping here but at a very slow pace. I haven't seen anything that excited me too much yet.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
You'd think this is good news, right? Well, it is good news but I'm still getting screwed no matter what. Greedy Ms. Dumbass is already insisting I pay the full rent for October. Even though Bob moved out on the 9th, she still hasn't changed the locks and the whole place needs to be sterilized before I can get anyone else in here. The greedy bitch won't even give me a month. I cursed her out on the phone yesterday when she brought it up, then she hung up on me. Bob left a huge sofa bed and other crap furniture here which I dumped in Ms. Dumbass' yard today, fuck it, now it's her garbage.
Looks like I'm out of hell and into purgatory.
Oh yeah...FUCK YOU BOB.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
So at this point I pretty much went ballistic, I won't get into it all here. Anyway, Ms. Dumbass came over and asked Bob to move out. That was Friday night. Bob left on Monday morning for work and hasn't been back since. Ms. Dumbass hasn't served any eviction papers yet, so nothing's really official. Veggie has already stated to me that he will delay the eviction for at least 3 months, so I'm not expecting any swift action from either of them.
Oh, apparently the gas co. has been reading this blog. Veggie says they came to his work with printouts of the pages I wrote concerning the gas bill. Veggie says it's my fault the gas was shut off because I pissed off the gas co. They apparently didn't like what I wrote about getting 'Free Gas'. I found this very amusing....too fucking bad, my heart bleeds....fuck you all.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Bob keeps several layers of towels on his chair now. I think because he pisses himself in the chair.
The bright side to this, is I expect the vegetable will disappear until at least next weekend once he discovers the gas is off. At least I'll be able to sleep in my bed for a while instead of on the street. I have to use an electric burner with a stock pot for bathing. My rent was due today and I'm not paying it. I called Ms. Dumbass and told her the house is now totally uninhabitable. Fuck her, let her evict me.
Our beautiful brand new meter.
Close up view of the lock.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
So Veggie just disappeared after he found the gas was shut off, on Tuesday. He didn't come back here until Saturday afternoon. He showed up with with 6 soda bottles of hot water, I guess he brought from work. He was planning on bathing with it until he found the gas was back on. So I guess if the gas is eventually shut off, Veggie plans to just stay at work and use the sink there for bathing while ignoring it all. He doesn't speak about it, nor does he care if I'd like to shower. What a nice guy.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
According to the SCG website, Veggie will have to pay the entire bill amount plus excavation fees, plus fees to turn it back on. They may require a deposit also before turning it back on. He must be looking at over $2,500.00, I have no idea what they charge for excavating. I don't expect hot water to be flowing here for a while, if ever. Some things do eventually change in Hell, but only for the worse.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Yesterday a new line symbol appeared on the street here. This one says 'Gas'. Could this be it? Don't hold your breath. The Southern Ct. Gas bill is now at $1,739.00 and 29 months overdue. Veggie is unconscious here in his garbage filled bedroom, he should be up tonight when the sun goes down. He only has a dozen or so beers left from last night, so he'll have to get up before 9pm to make the liquor store. He's got a 3 day weekend due to the holiday so he's gonna have to stock up today.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Excavation on our gas lines hasn't started yet, a week after mapping it out. I wasn't expecting anything too swiftly from the Southern Ct. Gas Co. The lines will be faded off by the time they get around to doing anything.
Monday, August 20, 2007
My neighbor spotted a guy from the water co. painting lines, so she asked him why. He said the gas co. is excavating the gas lines for both houses here, so all the other utilities have to come out and mark their locations. So it seems they may actually be getting around to shutting the gas off at some point. However, it's been 2.5 years in the making, so I'm still not expecting anything to happen too soon.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Nothing else has changed. Bobs' mental illness is worse than ever, I'm still not speaking to Ms. Dumbass. Our gas bill is still unpaid and they haven't shut it off, our phone was shut off again 2 weeks ago. Veggie is still going to court for his no insurance ticket. He is still living on the Vampire time schedule. His friend, who gave him his pity job, must not let him sleep on the floor at work anymore as Veggie has been home every night lately.
I haven't looked at houses in 2 months, I'm too busy trying to make a living and keeping what's left of my sanity. Ms. Dumbass did make Veggie clean out his room finally. He threw out everything except his jugs of urine, I guess some things you just can't part with.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
you sick piece of shit. If its that bad move the fuck out! You dedicated a whole blog to him. Who's the nut job now. People with mental illness deserve help and understanding. There's a special place in hell for sick son of a bitches that are as callous as you are!
This is what I like, makes my day. This wins the best comment award hands down.
If the winner would step forward, he/she has a prize awaiting. You have won a large jug of urine, in your choice of either a cheap looking, plastic vodka bottle or a 2 liter soda bottle. It will be personally inscribed from Satan to you. Congratulations.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Homeboy wrecked his Cadillac yet again. It's not too bad, almost the same damage as Veggie has on his car. I guess Ms. Dumbass will pour some sugar on it for him. I don't know how she can still get insurance after this, it's at least the 4th accident for homeboy.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Today I threw out Bob's slab of meat left on the stove, the mold was already growing on it. I see the piece of meat he picked off is sitting in a bowl in his room... So he didn't really eat any of it, this is normal.
Ms. Dumbass left a large note taped to my door today. It says 'To Chris and Bob, Rent was due on the 1st, today is the 7th'. This is the first time she's ever taped a note to the door. I just started paying rent late, Veggie has been late every month for 2 years, f*ck her. I'm not paying until late at night on the 10th, that's the standard grace period we have.
I generally dislike everyone. Well, not really everyone but almost everyone.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Last weeks' slab of meat went in the trash and Veggie went out on another grocery binge. F*ck all the lawsuits, it's cooking time. He got another slab of meat with all the fixins to fill the pot, then it was space-out time while the pot boiled away for hours. The meat is done when all the liquid has boiled off and just a tar-like substance remains at the bottom. He picked a few bites out of the pot then left it all on the stove for the flies and mold. I'll throw it away later this week. I'll post a pic of the leftovers if I get around to it. I left all the windows open yesterday so the smell isn't too bad.
Dinner is served, plenty left for all. This is 24 hours later. The pot was originally filled to the rim with canned tomatos and broth. When you cook it at a rapid boil for 5 hours, it ends up as paste. That's how you cook meat in space. The meat won't be going anywhere until I throw it out.
This was Veggies' last cooking fiasco. The pan's been sitting there for months, don't remember what was burned in it. I do remember throwing out the mound of mold covered food in it though. Might be able to clean it with one of those Dremel tool things.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Veggie rose early today at 2pm. He went out for a 30 pack and it's just another long weekend of drinking, sitting and peeing for Bob. I peeked in his room a few days ago and it is fruit fly paradise. He occasionally puts his cans back in the boxes...except he doesn't empty the cans and most of them are half full. Why he spends all this money on beer and doesn't drink the whole can is a mystery to me. Whenever one of these re-loaded boxes is disturbed, a cloud of fruit flies erupts from the box. How anyone can sit in filth with flies everywhere is a testament to Veggies' state of mind. He must have 20 - 30 bottles of urine in there now.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
The Drunken Gourmet almost made a brief appearance here over the holiday weekend. Bob came home with tons of groceries along with his usual 36 beers. He started preparing another beef brisket to boil on the stove. That was Saturday, the meat's been sitting in an uncovered pot of broth in the fridge since then. It's a 2.5 lb piece of meat so at Veggies method of cooking meat at 4 hrs./lb, it should take about 10 hours to boil. I'm looking forward to the all night burned meat steam bath. I hope he gets E-Coli. If he ever gets around to cooking it, he'll eat 2 bites then leave it on the stove for the flies. He bought a huge bag of fresh produce on Saturday, it's been sitting on the counter untouched(except for the flies) since then. It's all wilted and brown now. I guess I'll be throwing it out next week.
I went back again to the same doctor for my pimple/abscess, yeah, it's still there. He wanted me to do the same antibiotic again, I have no faith it'd work the 2nd time so I never filled it. I went to a dermatologist today. He poked some huge ice pick in it then squeezed it with some sort of hand tool squeezer thing. Pretty much what I've already been doing at home. He gave me some Benzaclin samples to use, it's an ointment. Cost $100.00 for less than 10 minutes with the guy. I'm not expecting it to go away with this stuff. He said it's quite possibly related to stress or anxiety. He says all I can do is wait for it to go away or he can cut it out which might leave a scar. I'm afraid if he cuts it out it may still not heal and it'd be much worse. I'm increasing my Xanax dose, don't care if I turn into a Zombie if it'll make this thing go away.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
I got this other chick now I like. Unfortunately she's married. She doesn't seem to be into her husband too much though. She's one of these super friendly chicks, hard to read signals off her. Coolest woman I've ever met, hot too. Maybe a little too lively for me though. I'm just keeping a door open there for now. Had another chubby chick all over me recently, I need some sort of chubby chick repellent. I'm still single cause I'm picky, way too picky. If I don't get what I like, I take nothing.
He's got 37 beers chilling to get through the weekend. He's got a 30 pack plus an extra 6 pack and there's one loose beer on the door. Hopefully that's enough to last the next 2 nights.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Read the full article from the American Academy of Neurology's 59th Annual Meeting in Boston here.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Tonight the scumbag came home at 9pm with his usual 30 pack. He'll start pounding sometime after midnight. I still haven't found out anything about his legal troubles. They must be contacting him at work.
I still have a pimple on my nose. It ain't going away, it seems to be permanent. I finished the antibiotics today. It sort of hardened up after taking the pills but then it puffed up again a few days later. It's really freaking me out. I think it's stress related. I started taking some Xanax everyday but that's not helping. It's been almost 2 months now. Life sucks, then it sucks worse.
Monday, May 07, 2007
I'm actually getting some nice quality sleep in my truck. Sleep is good. It's still pretty cold here at night though, like 40 degrees. I'm using 4 blankets.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
So today I broke down and went to a doctor. He says it's still an active infected pimple, Folliculitis is the medical term. Great. So I'm on antibiotics now. The generic pills cost $62.00 for 20, what a rip. I have no health insurance. Hopefully it goes away now, I've had this big red zit on my nose for 6 weeks...not cool at all. I've never had a pimple last more than a week or so in my life.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Yesterday morning I came in the house and Veggies' reading glasses were on the stairs with the lenses popped out. He sometimes passes out on the stairs late at night near the end of his beer supply and can't complete the journey back to his room. This is normal. I 'accidentally' stepped on the glasses repeatedly several times during my day, oops....he'll have to get a new pair now, life's hard sometimes when you're a drunk idiot.
Veggies' main food now is beer, pizza and protein vitamin shakes. The shakes aren't helping much. He gets a pizza each day on the weekend now right after he wakes up. He looks like a corpse. Thin as a twig, pasty and haggard. A strong wind would knock him over.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I'm on a small dead end street so there's little traffic. One annoyance is the street lights, the other is I can't lock my cap from the inside. I'm in a decent area here so I'm not that worried about locking it. I got a little battery powered radio, a wind-up alarm clock and some snacks in there, I had a portable TV but I can't find it.
I slept in there Saturday and Sunday night. Last night Veggie came home without any alcohol, I thought it might be a quiet night so I slept in my bed. It was a fairly quiet night but I still woke up like 10 times hearing him moving around all night. I'm going back to the truck tonight. It's just a lot less anxiety for me.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
So I am now sleeping on the street while the street person lives in my house, very ironic.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Tonight I attempted communicating with the vegetable. Communicating with Bob is frustrating to say the least, he only says a few words then walks away. What he says is always his fantasy version of reality or lies, not sure which is which with him. I noticed the shut off notice came from the phone company today. (The shut off notice comes in a regular size envelope, easily distinguished from the monthly statement). I really need the phone line this week as I have a lot of stuff on eBay.
Anyway, I encountered the Zombie in the kitchen as he was getting his first beer. I asked him if he could please pay it before it's shut off
this time. I tried to explain how if you pay before it's shut off, they won't shut it off, that's the whole point of the shut off notice. The Space Cadet just smiled and says "I always do" as he walks away. That's about all you can get out of him. Bob seems to have forgotten the other 8 times it was shut off before. He probably still won't pay it. I really f*cking hate this asshole.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Yesterday the landlord calls me. She says Bob never paid his rent. Gee, big surprise. Bob hasn't volunteered rent money since he went looney over 2 years ago. He ignores it just like the utility bills. She always has to come to him and ask for it. Bob's always late and/or short. She keeps saying she's gonna start charging him a late fee but she never does. I used to be friendly with our landlord but not anymore. She never does sh*t to help me out here with the sick nut.
This morning I smashed my thumb in my car door. It's still throbbing and the nail turned purple. This is my 2nd car door accident of recent. A few months ago I opened the door and wacked my nose pretty good. Cut it open right on the bridge. Took a while to stop the bleeding. I think my clumsiness is from lack of sleep... getting woken up 10 times a night by the drunk mental case. It's still too cold here to sleep in my truck. I'm really deep in the depths of misery lately. Everything sucks.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
I think these are bottles of urine. There's quite a few more in there if you look. There's a milk crate under one of the trash piles that is filled with bottles of urine.
This is where Bob sits on his ass until sunrise drinking and staring at his computer. Tough getting to the chair now, not sure how he manages. I couldn't do it and I'm sober.
Yeah, this is normal.
Bob's main problem is his severe mental illness which grows worse each day. I believe he is addicted to the internet as well as alcohol (obviously). His whole life is staring at the computer and getting drunk all night. I think the internet and alcohol are his private world, his means of never facing reality.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
He did a serious body slam into the floor this morning around 5am. I'm kinda getting used to the crashing sounds all night. The stench from his room and the bathroom is getting so bad I have to hold my breath walking through the house. I keep my room all sealed up with tape around the door to keep the stench out. I will post some updated pics of his room soon. His urine collection has grown quite a bit. We're in a cold snap here so I can't sleep in my truck yet.
I think our gas may be finally shut off this week and possibly the phone as well. Oh, we now have 'local calls only' phone service. Yeah...we can't make any long distance calls anymore, not even in state. This is some sort of bare minimum phone service for people on welfare. I can still use my cell though. How the hell do I get a social worker in here or those guys dressed in white with the straight jacket?
Oh, the 'potential steal' house I found has 7 bids on it already. I said it was a steal, it's only been listed for 5 days. So I placed bid #8 today. I don't think I'm gonna get it even though I bid over the asking price.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Here's a pic of the Zombie's car. He has to get in and out through the passenger side as the driver's door no longer opens since the accident. He could just bend the metal back to fix the door but that would require physical effort so it's better just left as-is. Hard to see, but the front tire is bowed inwards. The interior of the car pretty much looks like his room.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Today Bob rose early at 3:30pm. He went out at some point to buy toilet paper. The 3 material things most important to Bob are beer, cigarettes and toilet paper. Yeah, he never runs out of toilet paper, it's extremely important to him. He buys the real big rolls that come single, wrapped in paper. He uses tons of it. If he buys the smaller rolls that come in a 4 pack, he'll use up a whole roll in one sitting. The big rolls last 3 or 4 days. I could probably go for a month on one of those by myself.
So it was pretty much a normal weekend here with the sick nut-job. He only ventured outside the house for less than an hour the whole weekend. He pretty much just sits in his chair drinking for 2 days straight. The stench from his room is really getting bad now. His windows are always steamed up from the outside of the house, I think from all the rotting crap in there. His weekend isn't over until sunrise tomorrow.
I always wonder how he can pee so much without his bladder wearing out. Like I said, he pees 40-50 times a day.... We have a heating vent, unfortunately located on the floor right next to the toilet. When we moved in here it was painted white. There's no longer any trace of paint left, it's rusty and corroded. Every guy occasionally will 'miss' the toilet briefly. Bob will completely miss, like giant puddles around the toilet. I don't think he notices at all or he just doesn't care, he's too bombed.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I miraculously managed to fall asleep early last night even with the drunken, brainless zombie stumbling around in the next room all night. I have to get up early every day now in the summer to make money. I'm going to start sleeping in the back of my truck now that it's warmer outside. I have no other options. Thanks asshole.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
We've been getting lots of letters from the gas co. lately. I think the bill is over $1,400.00 now. Bob never opens them and I don't either. I found they can't shut your gas off in the winter until mid-April. So I suspect our gas will be shut off in a couple weeks. With this gas co. though, who knows. Bob hasn't opened a bill or made a payment in over 2 years. No gas means no more hot water, no showers.
The moron's room is looking swell. He's starting on a 3rd tier stack of cans around his chair. Throwing them out or returning them is a lot of work. There's just barely enough floor left for his feet. He needs to just sit and rest for a while with a cold one, he's got another long night ahead.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Eventually the clouds of flies will migrate down to the kitchen trashcan and spread through the house so I'll get to enjoy them too. I noticed a few in my room today.
Last night the brainless wonder stayed overnight somewhere. I think he goes to his sister's house or his friend who gave him the pity job. He came back around noon today and sat on his ass in his room the whole day. He seemed to be conscious though as I saw him moving around a couple times. He started pounding the remainders of his 30 pack a few hours ago.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
There's really nothing that can be done. I've blown up at him in the middle of the night more times than I can count. I've screamed at him, threatened to bash his f*cking empty head open, threatened to call the cops, even tried asking nicely for some sanity...nothing gets through. His destiny is living under a bridge somewhere with his belongings in a shopping cart.
So this morning the scumbag gets up at 9:50am and runs out the door without showering. He hasn't bathed in 3 days. He'll sleep for a few hours when he gets off work, then it'll be another night of the living dead.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
John Hollenhorst reporting
A seemingly unbelievable mess discovered last year in an Ogden townhouse has suddenly become an Internet legend.
It's all TRUE!
You know how some people, after they use something, just can't bear to throw it away. That might make sense if it's magazines or clothes. But what if it's empty beer cans? In astounding numbers?
When property manager Ryan Froerer got a call from a realtor last year to check on a townhouse, he knew something was up.
Ryan Froerer, Century 21: "Said it was the sickest thing he's ever seen. Just unimaginable that someone could live in that."
Now here's a photo of Bob's room. One difference here is we have a 5 cent deposit on cans, Utah doesn't. Bob sometimes has to return the cans when he runs out of money to buy more beer. I think these two wack-jobs should hook up and become buddies.
Monday, March 19, 2007
It snowed here on Friday into Saturday. We got about 6 inches, not bad. The Space Cadet didn't drive his car all weekend. It took him about 45 minutes to get his car out of the snow on the street here. His method of freeing his car from the snow is pouring buckets of water around the tires...uh, that don't work. Shoveling would require too much effort for him.
Bob came home from work with a fresh 30 pack of Extra Gold so all is well. He's got a lot of work to do tonight.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I know there are legal issues involved nowadays about exploitation and all. Since Bob will be living like this anyway for the rest of his life, why not make some money off it? He could just sit in the chair and have people walk by and stare at him. There must be some states or maybe other countries where this could still be done legally. If any promoters out there can assist me please let me know.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
The Space Cadet has to appear in Bridgeport Superior Court on March 27th at 9:30am. He'll probably drive his uninsured car to court to answer the 'no insurance' charge.
**Update Sunday evening** I soaked my nose in hot water last night for like an hour. I blew my nose afterwards and a loose nose hair came out with it. There wasn't any pus so I wasn't sure if that was the evil hair or not. So anyway, the next day my nose felt a little better but was still swollen. By the evening I had a nice whitecap pimple on the outside of my nose. I popped it and squeezed out tons of pus. My nose feels much better now. Usually the ingrown hair comes out through the outside of the nose when you pop it, so I think the evil hair came out from the inside last night. What a relief.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
**Update** Wednesday 3/14 11am: The police never came back here last night and the Space Cadet drove his uninsured rust bucket to work this morning as usual. I guess reality will have to wait. The wheels turn very slowly in hell. If you're driving, be careful. The Space Cadet is driving around uninsured on 4 hours sleep, probably still half drunk from the night before. He has an early 1980s type white Chevy Chevette. The front end is smashed in and you can here him coming from a mile away as it has no exhaust system.
***Final Update*** So the police finally came back at 10am today, Thursday 3/15. Bob was still sleeping even though he's supposed to be at work at 10. I woke Bob up, "Oh Bob, someone's here for you". He comes down the stairs 10 minutes later and sees a cop standing there. The look on the Space Cadet's face was priceless. So the cop gave him a court summons for not having insurance. The kicker is, they didn't tow or even boot his car so he still drove it to work after the cop left. So my fellow Bridgeporters be wary, the Space Case is still driving around in his uninsured Chevy Chevette rust bucket.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Here's the view from the captain's chair on the bridge of the Starship Moron. It's mission is to space out, get drunk, voyage nowhere and seek out nothing. This is where the Space Cadet sits on his ass all night drinking and spacing out. Oh, he does get up sometimes to pee and get more beer from the fridge downstairs. Sometimes he manages to walk down the stairs without falling and sometimes he manages to pee into the toilet.
View to the left. Most of the stuff is stuck to the floor.
View behind the captain's chair. Getting to and from the chair is a tricky maneuver when you're plastered at 4am. It takes the Space Cadet about 10 minutes to get from the chair to the door late at night as this involves tripping and falling down on the trash piles several times during the journey. Too bad Spock can't be there to hold him up. Careful, those cans on the floor are half full and what's inside them don't smell too good.
View to the right of the captain's chair. Cigarette anyone? Just toss them on the floor when you're done. This is also one of the food storage piles. Why throw it out when the mold and flies will eat it for you?
Sunday, March 11, 2007
The space cadet gave the police and the other driver his insurance card...he failed to inform them that the policy was cancelled in June '06 for non-payment. I guess the police don't check into the insurance status as Bob is still driving the uninsured car daily. This happened 3 weeks ago. A couple letters have come from the insurance companies but otherwise no action has been taken.
I thought it was a crime to drive uninsured in CT but the cops don't seem to be concerned. Bob is just ignoring it like everything else. He hasn't opened any of the insurance letters, they're on the stack now with the unopened utility bills and collection notices. I guess the other driver will have to collect from his own insurance company or try to sue Bob. When you ignore things, they sometimes just go away.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Today the space cadet started boiling a pork roast at 6pm, it's now past 11pm and it's still boiling away. It's like a 2 pound piece of meat. It was cooked through about 4 hours ago. When the water boils off, he just adds more and keeps boiling. The whole house is steamed up and everything stinks like meat. I'll have to re-wash all my clothes tomorrow.
Monday, March 05, 2007
It was another relaxing weekend for me and the poster boy for mental illness. Saturday night is Bob's big night. Well, every night is big but Saturday is an especially big night for Mr. Spacely. I was woken up about 3 or 4 times when the beer baron started doing his hourly body slams against the floors and walls in the wee hours of the morning. It takes him about 10 minutes to rise from his chair, wade through the trash in his room to the door and eventually stagger into the bathroom.
Sunday he slept until 3pm, then sat on his ass spaced out the rest of the evening. At 11pm he started working on the 15 or so beers he has left. He's peeing and cracking open cans at 15 minute intervals right now. The body slams will begin around 2 or 3 this morning. He goes to work at nine.
Here's a government help site for nut-jobs:http://whatadifference.org/
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Today Bob arrived home from work at 7:30pm, he unloaded his beer in the fridge, went in his room and either spaced out or slept. He didn't come out of his room until 10:30 and he's now hard at work drinking and peeing at 15 minute intervals. It's another long night for Count Drunkula. How he is able to function at the pity job his friend gave him is a mystery to me. He's just started on one of his 20 minute long sneezing fits as I write this. Could someone please kill me now?
Monday, February 05, 2007
I would bet money Bob is the largest individual retail buyer of 'Extra Gold' beer (maybe even just beer) in the state, if not the entire country. Would be hard to prove that though for The Guinness Book and the brewing industry may not embrace that kind of publicity, I mean what with the brain damage and all.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
You can see there is an improvment since the last photos. This is only because he returned a lot of the cans at one point as he needed money for more beer. We have a 5 cent deposit law on beverage containers in CT.
All the cans on the floor are half full. He tips them over every time he stumbles in or out of his chair. The floor is all wet around the chair. The stench is overwhelming. Bob doesn't seem to have any sense of smell anymore or he's built up immunity to it.
I believe the yellowish liquid in the bottles is urine. Why anyone saves urine is a mystery to me. There are piles of food covered with mold under the trash. The mold is over an inch tall.
Below is Mr. Spacely's bed. It's a worn out piece of foam on the floor. Hope it's not flammable? His sister gave him an inflatable bed last summer but that only lasted about a week. It's now crumpled up against the wall there.
Friday, February 02, 2007
I tend to vote Democrat. I belong to MoveOn . I don't hold anything against anyone for being a republican. A lot of my friends are republicans and my father is a registered republican. Being ignorant doesn't make you a bad person. You have my sympathy....honestly though, I'm just being nice, I have no sympathy for you.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
This is why most people who enter rehabs or programs such as Alcoholics Anonymous will relapse after completion of treatment. Their mental disorder caused their addiction yet it was never addressed or even recognized.
In conclusion, If you are a long term addict, you are mentally ill. You're a nut-job, face it. You need to go to a shrink or a doctor and get yourself on Prozac or Xanax.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Bob is still working day shift at the pity job his friend gave him. He is still managing to stay up most of the night stumbling around the house intoxicated. He is hard at work here drinking, peeing and sitting on his ass as usual. My father suggested I put one of those roll up fire escape ladders on my window in case Bob sets the house on fire while I'm sleeping.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Today I finally got my vintage Scott tube stereo going again. The selector knob was dirty making one channel fade out all the time. It's a type 340 stereomaster from 1961, I think. It's a receiver with an FM tuner only, no AM. Made in Maynard, MA. It blows away most new stuff. I bought it 15 years ago at a tag sale for $2.00 and it worked perfect then. I've had it cranked most of the day. I don't think the space cadet even notices.
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Friday, January 26, 2007
Bob must be drinking the cheap looking vodka that comes in a big plastic bottle cause there's no beer in the fridge tonight.
The offer I made on a house was rejected today with no counter offer. I'm getting very depressed now. This whole process is so painfully slow and tedious. I want to just get in my car and disappear. I can't do that because of my dog and 2 cats here. I'm also involved in a rather large inter-family legal issue now from the recent death in my family. I can't talk about that for a while.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Please note: I will not be held liable for any psychological or emotional stress you may receive, nor will I be held liable for any damages to your home, personal property or bodily injury/death that may occur.
If you'd like to move in here, the rent is $1,200.00/month (the rent is due to be increased soon though). You would be splitting this with the space cadet, so your monthly amount is $600.00. You will have to put down 2 months rent when moving in. You would have to pay the entire electric bill each month. One perk is you will receive free natural gas service.
If you're kind enough to let Bob move into your home, just be aware he doesn't have any money for a security deposit. It would be very nice if you'd let him live rent-free at your home as he could lose his job at any time. Helping out others can be a joy in itself.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Bob is very hard at work slammin beers and peeing at 15 minute intervals right now. Bob is obsessed with sitting and staring at his computer. This is his only activity outside of work. If food and beer were delivered to his chair each day, I believe he would remain sitting in the chair 24/7, the rest of his life until the coroner took him away.
Bob can't do his 5 hour oven bakes anymore because the oven is broken. It heats up to temperature, then shuts off, doesn't come back on. It's probably just the sensor inside is caked with grease as the oven has never been cleaned. Bob is too lazy and stupid to figure it out.
The space cadet spoke to me yesterday for the first time in several months. Around midnight he asked me where the can opener was. Two weeks ago, I packed away everything I owned that was in the kitchen. I don't think Bob has noticed this yet. I owned the can opener. I told Bob I haven't seen it lately, no response.. end of conversation.
When I moved in here I had a new set of pretty nice stainless untensils, they've all mostly disappeared now. They're probably buried in Bob's rat-hole room, I won't be looking for them. He ruined half of my cookware from burning stuff in it. Anything that was glass is now full of chips and permanently stained.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Bob is now working the day shift at his friends' business. Yes, the zombie is venturing out into the daylight. I figured he might turn to dust in the daylight, but I guess not as he left this morning at 9:30am. Of course he came home after work with a 30 pack of 'Extra Gold' and he's working on it now as I type. He'll probably go back to his 2 part sleep routine now - go to bed at 5am, sleep 'til 9am - come home at 6pm, sleep 'til 9, commence drinking.
I have to get up early tomorrow to run some antiques up to New Hampshire. I'm praying for a quiet drunk-free night here. I submitted my first offer on a house today with my realtor. It's a lot more complicated than I thought. I've looked at 20-30 houses so far, I liked this one the most but it's overpriced so I made a lowball offer. It's been on the market for 5 months so they may wiggle a bit more with the price, we shall see. The average home price here has fallen by almost 1/3 since the peak in Dec. '05. Houses are taking a long time to sell here now, the bubble has definitely deflated.
nobody comments you, why are you writing?
Good comment Eva!
Maybe at the rist of seeming stupid, I would like to say that I don't understand your blog. Is this individual 'Bob' you alter ego, or are you truly narrating the tribulations that afflict a poor man's life?
Allow me to say, I found these posts profoundly depressing... God, is it possible for someone to live like this? I am so sorry :-(
Good grief...This is NOT my alter ego, this is reality blogging...my reality. I'm stuck here for now, so writing about it helps me cope in some demented way. Yes, it's very depressing and disturbing, I agree. Bob isn't depressed though, he actually enjoys his lifestyle. I have no sympathy for him whatsoever or any other lazy drug addict. People make their own choices.
I'm sorry I won't have any musings, poetry, bible verses, puppy dogs or wrinkle creams for you here. It's hell.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Basically, nothing's changed here....Bob is still working his pity job with his friend. He comes home from work now reeking of booze and continues drinking all night as usual. I'm a nervous wreck, unable to sleep with this mental case in the next room. His room is worse than ever....the stench is horrible, there's rotting food everywhere, liquid? all over the floor. He's saving his urine in plastic bottles...yes, really, there's 15 or 20 jugs of urine in his room. I think he is just urinating on the floor from his chair sometimes. I am sending a certified letter to the landlady with photos in hopes of her doing something.
I've been looking at real estate for the past couple months. I'm sending my first offer on a house tomorrow. I hope I can get this place but I'm not getting my hopes up either. Something's got to give for me sooner or later.
Our phone was shut off 2 times again since my last post. I'm expecting another shut-off next month. Our gas bill bill is now close to $1,300. Bob still hasn't opened a bill, the gas co. still does nothing. It's the Southern Ct. Gas Co. if anyone cares. Quite an operation they have, never collecting debts.