Thursday, December 27, 2007

Best of - Lifestyles of the Mentally ill

Yeah, so I still have lots of photos laying around of the Space Ranger's room. Since I totally lack creativity and drive, plus I got nothin' better to do, I'll throw them on. Nothing really new, just different pics from sets I already posted.

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.

Good times.......

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

The Outer Space Ranger

Today I paid my first gas bill. It was $32 for 5 weeks, so I figure for 1 month is around $25. Quite a bit less than when Veggie was here. With Veggie it was around $70 for the same period last year. Those all night oven bakes and hour long showers cost money. Oh wait, it actually didn't cost anything cause Veggie never paid. The Space Ranger is very grateful to you guys at the gas co. He was able to stay stoked with alcohol, thanks in large part to your goodwill, live long and prosper SCGC.

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

High Times

I now have hi-speed cable internets + more TV channels than I can count. The high speed cable is unimpressive. It's faster, but not much faster. It ain't worth 50 bucks. I just got it today. We'll see how it is when I actually start working with it, so far it sucks. The TV is great though, like 4 or 500 channels.

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

All Meat

Yeah, so I've still been cleaning and fixing things around the house since the brainless scumbag left. Nothing had been cleaned for the last 2 years. Veggies' room has been cleaned and closed off. The walls are all yellowed and brown though and I'm not painting it. I closed the heat vent in there and keep the door shut. There's black fingerprints all over the walls in his room, this is from him having to hold on to the walls in order to walk cause he's a worthless drunk.

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

This Is Shit

This was a pretty lame ending to a pretty lame blog. I was hoping for something a little more climatic like suicide, death, destruction or at least me riding into the sunset giving everyone the finger. Instead, the Veggie is living rent free at his pity job, happy as a drunken clam I'm sure. I'm stuck at the $1,200/mo. squirrel nest. Don't get me wrong, I'm elated to be 'Vegetable Free', it just didn't turn out like I hoped. On a positive note, at least I still have stuff to complain about...

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Blanket Had A Brain

Veggie left this little artifact behind. This is the box for his electric blanket...the blanket he left turned on 24/7. I thought it was funny, anyway.

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

No Longer Sharing a House With a Walking Vegetable

Yup, it's true. Veggie has moved out. He showed up last Tuesday with a rental truck. 2 of his alcoholic buddies from work came over and moved all his stinky crap out. This took the entire day and they polished off a couple cases of beer at the same time. Veggie moved all his shit into storage and is now living permanently at his pity job.

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

Full Rapid Boil

So last weekend, after disappearing for almost 3 weeks, Veggie comes home for the weekend. He shows up Friday afternoon totally bombed, reeking of booze, carrying a full 30 pack of Extra Gold. Being the kind, caring retard he is, he offered to pay for a gym membership so I can take showers, what a swell guy. He has no intention of paying the gas bill ever. His plan is still to wait until winter and have it turned on by law.

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

No Veggie, No Gas

So Veggie still hasn't returned home since the gas was shut off, that was 15 days ago. He's hiding from reality at his pity job 24hrs/day. I have been speaking to Ms. Dumbass about the situation. She has visited Bob at work twice since he disappeared. She went there yesterday at 7pm and Bob was asleep(passed out) on the floor. Bob still says he can't pay the bill and by law they have to turn it back on in November. Ms. Dumbass is finally starting to mention 'eviction' to him. Bob says he's still paying the rent so he's still technically living here. I think Ms. Dumbass is worried about getting stuck for the gas bill somehow. I don't care what happens anymore.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Veggie on the Lam

Yeah, so Veggie disappeared as soon as he discovered the gas was shut off on Monday. He hasn't been back here since. He's hiding out at his pity job, sleeping on the floor. I actually got Ms. Dumbass to call him at work about it. Veggie says he can't pay the bill, he's said they have to turn it back on in 7 weeks for winter and I can shower at a gym somewhere in the meantime. What a swell guy. Too bad the gas co. already knows we heat with oil, so much for that plan. At least he's not here anymore, I'd rather have cold showers than Count Drunkula in the next room.

Monday, September 10, 2007

All New Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

Recent photos of the Space Cadets' room. This is just a few weeks worth of trash since Ms. Dumbass made him clean it. As you can see, the bottles of urine now outnumber the beer cans, pretty scary.

Bob keeps several layers of towels on his chair now. I think because he pisses himself in the chair.

More Cold Beer + Cold Showers

Our saga with the Southern CT Gas Co. is now over for the time being. A guy came by around 9am this morning and shut the gas off. We now have a shiny brass lock on our newly installed meter. So there won't be any more hot water or cooking here for a while, if ever.

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

Too Dumb To Die

So yesterday Veggie got another license suspension notice from the DMV. Apparently he was found guilty of the no insurance ticket after 8 appearances in court. Not sure if he was fined and never paid or what. Today he is busy sleeping off another long night of drinking beer and peeing.

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

Free Gas Back On

So once again, I spoke too soon. Today a full crew of 7 or 8 guys from the Southern Ct Gas Co.showed up early this morning. They shut the street off and dug up the street in front of the house and all the way to the meters. They spent about 9 hours here working. They moved both meters from the basement to the outside. Then our free gas was turned back on. Yes, seems unbelievable but it's true. They never said a word about the 29 months worth of unpaid bills, just turned it back on with a smile. This is the most fucked up company I've ever heard of.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Cold Shower - Cold Beer - Cold Brain

So today it finally happened, after more than 2 years of no payments, our gas was shut off at 8:30am this morning. The crew showed up with a jackhammer and dug a small 12x12" hole in the street and shut the valve off, that was it. Bob remained unconscious in his rat hole through all the noise, oblivious to everything. I just took a shower and used up the last drop of hot water. Veggie will find out later when he tries to shower before work. I'm not sure if Ms. Dumbass was shut off also, I'll find out later.

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

Dead Man Sitting

Today Veggie started his day very early at 3pm. He came home with a 30 pack of Extra Gold plus 3 extra 6 packs. He was really struggling getting it all from his space cruiser into the house. He still has a dozen left from last night, so he's pretty stoked with around 60 beers for 3 fun filled nights of sitting, drinking and peeing. Life's good sometimes.

Nazca Lines of CT

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


Today Veggie came home at 10:30am with a fresh 30 pack of Extra Gold. His usual routine on the weekends now is going to bed around 10am and getting up around 10pm. He goes out for McDonald's around midnight, then starts drinking until 10am the next morning. Our neighbor complained to me the other day about Bob's car waking her up late at night, nothing I can do about it.

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

Mystery Line Formations Discovered in CT

Here are some photos of mysterious line formations that began appearing on the street here in front of our house. They began appearing last week, new line formations would mysteriously appear each day. At first I thought the Space Cadet was making them, perhaps as a means of communicating with his little green friends from outer space or maybe he was making landing strips for UFOs. But no, apparently this is the first stages of your natural gas service being shut off.

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

Home is Where The Hell is

Yeah, I'm still here in Hell. I had a posh place to stay for a couple weeks, otherwise I've been here. I'm running out of steam for the blog, I haven't even looked at it for a month. The only thing that changed here is my beloved cat died a week ago. I've been extremely depressed since but I'm starting to get over it. He was a stray cat I took in 7 years ago, I never knew his age. He's been sickly on and off for most of the 7 years. He'd been getting very skinny lately, not eating much. Took him to the vet but, of course, the vet didn't do sh*t to help him. Vets, like all doctors, are worthless, uncaring, money grubbing pieces of sh*t. I'm down to just 1 cat now and my 16 year old dog.

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

Winner, Best Comment Award

This is a comment I just noticed left on a very old post. I don't get the comments emailed to me, got enough crap in my mailbox already.

Anonymous said...

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!

10:09 PM

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

Lord of the Fruit Flies

So Veggie has been awake during the day again this weekend. He got up around noon yesterday and was up early at 9am today. He still just sits on his ass in his chair all day with the flies. He picked up a 30 pack yesterday so all is well there. Doesn't seem to make much difference if he's awake during the day or not.

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

Prosecuting Vegetation

Veggie is scheduled for court again tomorrow at 10am. He came home at 11 tonight and just started his beer pounding routine at midnight. I doubt he's too worried about it, he's in space. Too bad they don't have 'Night Court' for Bob. It only shows the one ticket now for no insurance, don't know what happened with the other. Still says 'Pre trial docket'. I'm tempted to go there and see what's going on but I don't think I'll bother.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Dr. Feelbad

So yesterday I'm doing my normal daily routine of popping and squeezing the pimple/abscess on my nose that's been there for 2 1/2 months since I got an ingrown nose hair. Lo and behold, a hair pops out when I'm squeezing it..yeah. So the hair was still stuck in there the whole time. I specifically asked both doctors "Is it possible the hair's still in there?" they both said, "No, it's not possible". This is why I dislike doctors. They rush you in and out as fast as possible, charge outrageous fees, and don't take any real effort trying to fix you. I may be left with a permanent bump there, but I don't think the scar's gonna be too bad. I'm just glad it's over. Let this be a lesson to get it cut open if the pimple don't go away. Mine wasn't sore at all but the hair was still in there.

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

Recipes For Retards

So yesterday, after a long absence, the Brainless Gourmet made a comeback performance here at hell house. After a false start last weekend, he came back and proved he's still got it.

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

Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables

Today I threw out Bob's bag of produce that's been sitting on the counter since last Saturday. It was all turned to mush and the fruit flies were starting a colony in there. His slab of meat is still sitting uncovered in the fridge, I don't expect it'll be going anywhere for a while. Probably 40 bucks worth of food, all wasted. This is normal for the idiot.

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

Close Encounters at the Courthouse

Today Bob went to court again, I found out looking at the court site. He's been there 5 times for his tickets according to the website. Haven't a clue what goes on there but it seems it's not going too well for Veggie. I found out he is in fact being sued for the accident damage, although it's not listed on the court site anywhere yet. I believe he's just trying to delay everything as long as possible. Though Bob is functioning below retard level as a human being, he is intelligent enough to do stuff like this. They must be contacting him at work as I never see any legal stuff come in the mail here.

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

Urine Stank Blues

Today I saw the neighbor chick I asked out on a date a long time ago. I haven't gotten a good glimpse of her in over a year. She rarely goes outside her house except to her car. I saw her walking down the street with her mother. I don't know what happened but she don't look so cute anymore, not sure why. I didn't talk to her and I'm not gonna, I don't think she saw me. I haven't seen the big fat guy's car there in a few months, maybe that's over now. I was really into the idea of having a black girlfriend for a while, thought it would be cool, hip, shock my family..etc.

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.

37 Beer Weekend

Here's the inside bottom of our fridge. Yeah, it's pretty disgusting. Veggie spills food all over it and never throws anything out. He likes to leave fruit or tomatoes in there until they turn to liquid form and drip out the door. There's black crust all around the floor in front of the fridge. I can only use the top 2 shelves. Bob needs the bottom half for beer. If I put anything near the bottom he'd spill crap all over it. I don't do much cooking anymore.

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

Drinking Heavy Amounts Of Alcohol Shrinks Your Brain

Duh, I already knew this and have stated so long ago. I didn't need a million dollar research study to find out. I am living with the proof.
Read the full article from the American Academy of Neurology's 59th Annual Meeting in Boston here.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Fun With The Insane

Today Bob started his day at 9pm. I came in the house from my truck at 8am this morning and he seemed to be asleep so I guess he slept for 13 hours or more. He took a shower then went out for food, now he's spaced out in his chair. He's got the rest of his 30 pack to work on later this morning. He gets more vegetative with each day. Before the drinking starts, he sits in his chair for hours in total silence. He can sit in his chair for 3 or 4 hours without moving.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Living After Midnight

Mr. No-Brain is now sleeping at his workplace some days during the week. He apparently stays at his workplace drinking all night then sleeps all day in a storage room kidding. Unfortunately I never know in advance when he's coming home so I'm still sleeping on the street every night. I guess his friend who gave him the pity job doesn't mind Bob hanging out there all night bombed. Bob has a computer to use at work and a chair, that pretty much covers his necessities. He drinks while he's working as he usually reeks of booze when he comes home at 1am.

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

More Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

So yesterday my vegetative roommate slept all day until 8pm. Woke up at just the right time to avoid any sunlight exposure. He was just starting his beer slamming routine when I went to bed in my truck last night at 1:30am. He showered at 8 then went out for groceries- spagettios and grapefruits, yum. I found out he has some sort of legal troubles. I don't know any further details yet. It's probably related to his accident or one of his many debts. I haven't seen any legal stuff come in the mail. He apparently bought car insurance again but he's ignoring the payments like the last time. The insurance bills are sitting unopened along with all the other bills. They'll cancel his policy next month.

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

The Man Who Fell From Earth

Last night the zombie stayed over somewhere or maybe he just passes out on the street, who knows. He came home today at 6pm looking like he just woke up, how unusual. He had his 30 pack on hand. He took a shower then spaced out for a while. He just started working on the beers now, it's almost 1am. He'll still be up drunk tomorrow morning when I come back in from my car. Oh, and now both my father and sister are receiving phone calls looking for Bob. Collection agencies or sheriffs probably. I don't know how they get my relatives numbers and why don't they just call the scumbag at his work, they must know where he works, he's getting a regular paycheck. It's still freezing here at night, f*cking scumbag wacko loser asshole retard.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Ingrown Nose Hair - The Saga Continues

Yeah, so I had an ingrown nose hair back in March, if anyone remembers or gives a sh*t. Well, I ended up with a pimple afterwards...and it's still there. Yeah, 6 weeks later. I popped it long ago and thought it was over but it never really went away. I've still had a red blister there this whole time. I tried all sorts of pimple stuff on it, nothing worked. Popping it now just gets blood. Very distressing.

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

One Night at a Time

Nothing new here, nothing ever changes in Hell. Veggie is still living nocturnal, I'm still sleeping in my truck. At least I'm getting sleep. Yesterday Veggie helped me bleed the brakes on my truck...he is useful for something. I woke him up at 4pm as I had nobody else to press the brake pedal for me. He did a good job.

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

Better Living In Your Car

So I'm sleeping in my truck now. I have a pick-up with a fiberglass cap, I'm sleeping in the back. I have a long cushion from a chaise lounge and blankets, it's not too bad. My cap has sliding side windows with screens for some fresh air. The side windows are tinted but the back window isn't so I hung a towel over it. I may get fancy and install some curtains.

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

Homeless at Home

Last night I slept in my truck on the street for the first time. It wasn't as comfortable as my bed but it was the best night's sleep I've had in 2 years. I only woke up twice the whole night. Quite a difference from being woken up hourly every night. The quiet is bliss and no fears of death by fire.

So I am now sleeping on the street while the street person lives in my house, very ironic.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Contacting The Dead

Today the walking vegetable slept all day until 6pm. He took a shower then went out for his 30 pack of Extra Gold and a pizza. He just cracked open his first cold one now.

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

Indoor Vegetable Gardening

Veggie has a strict routine now during the work week: Wake at 3pm, take shower, walk to corner deli to buy alcohol supply, go to work, arrive home at 1am, drink until sunrise. He should be due for a promotion soon I think.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Life Sucks Then You Go To Hell

Today the worthless, brain dead, loser rose at 7:00pm to start his evening.( I should just start cut and pasting this). His first and only activity was walking to the corner deli to buy a 30 pack of Extra Gold. He just started working on it at 11pm. Another big night for Bob, another bad night for me.

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

Roommate Wanted

Here's recent pics of the Zombie's lair. I have to cover my face, take the photos quickly and try not to touch anything. He's been returning some of his cans lately, I guess money's tight with all those court costs. He always has money for alcohol though. It's sorta ironic that he keeps a globe in his he plans to visit our planet someday.

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

Not Enough Left For A Lobotomy

It was a joyous Easter here at Hell House. The Easter Bunny never came by though, I can't say I blame him. The Zombie had a 3 day weekend. He spent 3 straight days sitting in his chair drinking. He only left the house once to get his alcohol supply. He's back to his strict vampire lifestyle. I'm not sure if he's even aware that it was Easter today, he slept until 6pm.

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

Like A Rock

Today the Space Cadet didn't go to work... great. He slept all day until 5:30pm. His first and only activity was walking to the corner deli to buy a 30 pack of 'Extra Gold'. He's sitting on his ass now, resting up for the long night of beer drinking and peeing. I'm in a good mood today regardless of the impending doom the night brings here. I spotted a potential steal on a new house listing today and am checking into it further ASAP.

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

So You've Gone Insane

Man this is really getting redundant, but I've got nothing else. I think it might be my subject matter. My subject doesn't do anything except drink, pee and sit.

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

Better Living Through Alcohol

Today the brainless scumbag slept all day until 5:30pm. Sleeping all day helps Bob avoid any unpleasant brushes with reality. His first order of business after waking up was going to the store and getting another 30 pack of 'Extra Gold'. That will be the extent of his physical activity for the day. The rest of his night is now wide open for drinking beer, peeing and sitting on his ass among the piles of rotting filth in his room. He'll be sitting in his chair drinking until the sun comes up tomorrow morning.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

I've Fallen......And I Can't Get Up

So I found out the insurance company is seeking $8,200.00 from the living corpse for damages from his car accident. I wish them luck in collecting it. I'm expecting the process server should be coming by sometime with the lawsuit papers. He also gets regular letters from 4 or 5 different collection agencies. He defaulted on a bank loan for $5,000 years ago. They had attached his pay at his last job. I don't think they ever recovered the whole amount. I figure he owes over 15k with all his debts. He only takes home about 3-400/week from his pity job. Bob doesn't worry about anything though. Bob's only concern is being able to get drunk and sit on his ass for another night.

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

Dead From The Neck Up

Today the walking vegetable went to court. I don't know how it went today. Or maybe he just ignored it and didn't go, I don't know. He came back home tonight in his uninsured heap of a car. He only has a 12 pack for tonight, life is hard sometimes for the mentally challenged.

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

What a Difference a Brain Makes

For most people springtime means flowers blooming, trees budding, grass turning green...not here though. Here the warm weather brings fruit flies... lots of them, like biblical proportions. They multiply in huge numbers during the summer from all the rotting beer in Bob's room. They're like floating black clouds. Bob doesn't mind them though, he just sits there in the clouds.

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

More Beer, Less Brain

So last night I get woken up at 3am when the brainless scumbag has one of his 20 minute sneezing fits. I laid awake for another hour hearing him knocking cans on the floor. At 4am I knocked on his door, "Oh Bob, mind if I get some sleep?". Bob is just sitting in his chair smiling, totally bombed, smoking a Pall Mall. I get his usual look of amazement as he squints and checks the time on his computer. He's supposed to be at work at 10am.

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.

Walking On Sunshine

Tuesday, Bob left for work at 10:30am for his job that starts at 10. He came home at 7:30 and either slept or spaced out in his hole for 3 hours. At 10:30pm he started working on his 20 or so beers he needs to drink before daybreak. He's hard at work drinking and peeing at 15 minute intervals here as I go to bed, like most sane people do.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

70,000 Beer Cans Found in Ogden Townhouse

Just came across this story. Look familiar? Compare story with Bob's room shown at bottom. 70,000 Beer Cans Found in Ogden Townhouse

May 17th, 2006 @ 9:38pm

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."

Read the whole story

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

More Lifestyles Of The Mentally Ill

Bob spent last night with no alcohol. I don't think he slept at all, I can still hear him up all night. At least there wasn't any drunken body slams. He was up showering very early today. He almost managed to get to work on time....

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

Good Morning Starshine

The earth says hello. Today the Space Cadet slept all day until 5pm. He only has 1 beer left for tonight. Yes, only 1. He never left the house today. He's been sitting on his ass all evening and I suspect he will continue sitting on his ass long into the night staring at his computer amid the piles of rotting filth in his room.

Exhibiting Bob As A Sideshow Freak

As you may know I have a fascination with old time sideshow freaks. I have been pondering the idea of exhibiting Bob somewhere as a walking vegetable/ brainless man/ living zombie/ laziest man on earth type thing. He could be placed in a room somewhere for viewing, it could be roped off or have a glass enclosure if the smell got too bad. It could be like a small studio apartment. People could observe him in his normal daily routine. As long as he has his chair, computer, beer and food, he would never leave the room. I'm sure Bob would go along with this if he knew he could make money at it and never have to go anywhere.

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

Lifestyles Of The Mentally Ill

Today Bob slept all day until 5pm. He took a shower then walked to the corner deli to buy a 6 pack. He only has 14 beers left from last night's 30 pack. I guess he's going to make due with only 20 beers for tonight and tomorrow night. You can't buy alcohol here on Sunday. Maybe he's got some of that cheap looking vodka that comes in a big plastic bottle to supplement his beer.

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.

Ingrown Nose Hair

I presently have an ingrown hair in my nose. This is the 3rd time in my life that it's happened. It started to hurt over a week ago. My left nostril swelled up on Wednesday. This is my worst experience yet, it's extremely painful. My whole face hurts. I can't go anywhere cause I look like a freak. I tried to dig it out last night with a pin without any luck, all I got was blood. I tried soaking it with a hot compress but that didn't do anything. I'm going to give it a couple more days to see if it comes out, if not I'll have to go to the doctor. I don't know if the doctor can do anything about it or not. I don't like doctors.

**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

Earth Calling Bob...over

So today around noon the police finally show up looking for Bob. I had to show them my driver's license to prove I wasn't Bob. They have a summons to give Bob for driving without insurance stemming from his accident of a few weeks ago. It was the Fairfield police, I guess the accident happened just over the town line in Fairfield so they're handling the case. I gave them the address where the Space Cadet works. They said they'll either go to his work or come back here later tonight. I don't think the Space Cadet will be driving his uninsured rust bucket for a while.

**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

Star Trek -Spaced Out- The Voyage To Hell

So Sunday night was another peaceful night here with the mentally ill scumbag from hell. Sunday he slept all day until 5pm, he spent an hour in the bathroom then he sat on his ass and spaced out until it was time to start pounding beers. He was up until 4am stumbling around intoxicated. I got woken up at 3am when he did a body slam into the pile of cans and trash in his room. He left for work at 10:15 this morning, he's supposed to be at work at 10. Good thing his friend is the boss.

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 Man Living With No Brain

Today Bob slept until 3pm. He spent an hour in the bathroom, then sat on his ass until 6. He went out somewhere and came home at 11pm with his 30 pack of 'Extra Gold' brain tonic. It's now 1am here and as they're chilled properly, he's just started his drinking and peeing routine at 15 minute intervals. It's going to be a really long night for the man with no brain. I expect the drunken WWF moves will begin around 4 or 5 this morning.

Living In Outer Space

I recently learned more about the space cadet's car accident of a few weeks ago. Apparently he turned in front of someone who had the right of way. The other car hit Bob's rust bucket, then went into a tree. I guess the damage to the other car was extensive, it had to be towed. I saw the tree there has a big chunk taken out of it. Bob was ticketed for an improper turn.

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

Cooking With The Mentally Ill

Bob's mental illness is in full swing. Sunday night the space cadet stayed up all night drinking until dawn. He didn't go to work on Monday, he slept all day until 6pm, then went out for more beer.

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.

Nothing Ever Changes In Hell

It's hot and nothing ever changes.

Monday, March 05, 2007

The Poster Boy For Mental Illness

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:

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Automobile Driving In Zero Gravity

The space cadet had a car accident sometime yesterday. I noticed this morning the front of his Chevette is smashed in. The front lights on one side are hanging loose by the wires and dragging the ground. The front, left body panel is flapping out like an opened tin can. He still drove it to the store today like this to get food. I don't expect him to fix it anytime soon. I don't know what happened as Bob doesn't speak. Too bad he ignored the insurance payments.

Hell Freezes Over

So we ran out of oil for 3 days. The space cadet didn't notice this even though the house temp. was in the 30s. I guess when you're drunk all night you don't notice these things. Of course he didn't have any money for oil when I informed him of the no-heat situation. He needs all his money for alcohol and Pall-Malls. He was able to get $100 from his sister for oil so now our heat is back on. The oil delivery cost $330.00, I don't expect to recover the rest of the money anytime soon.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Space Cadet

Here's an artist rendering of my roommate Bob. He is drawn from life, drinking beer on his space cruiser far from earth.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Just Another Night In Hell

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

Day Of The Dead

The space cadet seemed to be conscious most the day Sunday, this is quite unusual. He picked up a 30 pack on Saturday but it wasn't his usual brain tonic, it was Miller Genuine Draft plus a supplementary 6 pack of Busch to make it through Sunday night. Maybe the store ran out of Extra Gold, I dunno. He's still working hard on the remainders right now.

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

Photos From Disneyland

Here's some more recent pics of my roommates' room. If you want to see the previous, much more disgusting pics of the room, go back a month or so in the archives.

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

Bob, Space Cadet - Mission To Mars

The space cadet is a registered republican....yeah, he actually votes. He voted for Bush Jr. twice. The lazy, drug addict, hamburger brain, sponge is a right winger. Like a lot of right wing types, he doesn't practice what he preaches.

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

What Causes Alcoholism & Drug Addiction?
The Dr. is IN

The majority of people with a long term addiction to alcohol or other drugs have an underlying mental illness or disorder. That disorder may be depression, anxiety, phobias, etc. The problem with most treatments for drug addiction, is they do not treat the underlying cause of the addiction, they only treat the addiction itself.

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

Nothing In The Attic

We have squirrels living in our attic. Lots of them. They run around on the ceilings day and night. Making squirrel sounds. They chewed a hole through the ceiling in the bathroom. They've been living up there for years. All the insulation up there is shredded. I can hear them chewing and scratching on the beams. They use the floor as a toilet just like my roommate does. Our landlord is aware but she doesn't care. She suggested I throw some mothballs up there, I did, it didn't help.

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

The Case Of The Shrinking Brain - A Nancy Drew Mystery

The moron was up all night last night. He went out this morning at 8am to get his brain tonic supply for tonight, then went to bed. He's been sleeping all day. The beer should be nice and cold when he wakes up tonight. This friggin nutjob really belongs in a mental institution somewhere.

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

Mission Impossible

Today a worker from The Southern CT Gas Co. came by. A nice lady, she just wanted to change the sending unit on our meter in the basement. She seemed to be unaware that we haven't paid the bill in over 2 years. I'm very embarrassed to let anyone in our house, it's such a pig sty. I stopped cleaning the kitchen and bathroom a long time ago. God forbid I should ever go on a date, I'd never be able to bring a girl back to my house.

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

Pity Party at Your House

If any of you do-gooder bleeding hearts out there feel you should help Bob, it can possibly be arranged. At some point in the future, Bob will either need a new place to live or a new roommate. You can move in here at hell house or Bob could be moved into your home.

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

The Drunken Gourmet

One of my faults is always speaking too soon. Blogger still doesn't work for me. There seems to be only a few brief moments each day when the site works. I can't view any blogs on here except through my ISP browser and even then I can't view or leave comments. I guess you get what you pay for....nothing.

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

Dawn of the Dead

My blog server problems were apparently from being the featured blog on A fine site, by the way, I highly recommend everyone visit. I guess all the hits there bogged me down somehow. Anyhow, I'm back to smooth sailing with Firefox and everything works again. My hellish blog is now back to normal with no viewers and no comments.

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.


I'm still having problems here with the blogspot server. Since I'm unable to post on the comments page, I'll put the only two comments I received here.

"Eva said...
nobody comments you, why are you writing?

9:15 AM

Good comment Eva!

Anonymous said...
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 :-(

12:39 PM

Good grief...This is NOT my alter ego, this is reality 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

Bob HQ Photo- viewer discretion advised

Bob sits in the chair there amid the filth all night drinking and staring at the computer. You may be able to see the bottles of urine he saves there in the photo, bizzare. I think he is urinating right on the floor from his chair when he's really bombed. The floor is all wet, everything around the chair is stuck to the floor. I have to sleep in the room right next to this, there's only 10 feet and one thin wall between my bed and this sick a-hole.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Another Brain Cell Bites The Dust

Today Bob slept until 7pm. He went out at 8:30 to get his beer supply for the long night ahead. He'll start slammin around midnight. Bob's preferred beer is 'Extra Gold' 30-pack or in a pinch 'Old Milwaukee'. Bob's preferred cigarette is 'Pall Mall' 2 packs/ beer deserves a cheap cigarette, I guess.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Back In Black

My thanks to the blog community for your overwhelming attention and support you've been giving me. I've been quite busy the last few months but I'm back with some updates for you. I've been busy with house hunting and a recent death in the family.

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.