MY LIFE IN HELL

Close Encounter - Bob Sighting

2010-02-25T00:15:00.002-05:00

Yeah, so a couple weeks ago I spotted Bob at a local gas station. He is still alive. This was the first time I've seen him since he left. As I was buying gas, an old car with no muffler pulled up to the door, out came Veggie. He went inside to buy cigarettes and left. I'm certain he saw me, I was only 20 feet away. No words were exchanged...just like old times.

Slow Children

2008-07-29T02:29:00.005-04:00

You dweebs just don't get it.

1)The blog was about Bob
2)Bob's not here anymore

I have nothing else to write about, and frankly, you people ain't worth the extra effort it would take for me to come up with new material without Bob. Besides, I'm way too busy to sit here entertaining a bunch of adolescent flunkies for free.
I have a steady girlfriend now, what a fuckin' joy.... now I remember why I was single for so long. Today I worked, mowed the lawn, then had a giant BLT for dinner. How exciting....

My life has become almost as boring as yours...
Who the fuck wants to read about that?
...I sure as hell don't.

Send me some dough or I'll start putting on those stupid google ads for the 10 cent/month check. I've got plenty of tales about Ms. Blimpie next door and her sugar boy.

Bite Me

2008-07-17T01:04:00.003-04:00

Yeah great, so someone put this crap blog on some dumbass jerky boy site. Where were all you friggin tards 2 years ago when I had 2 readers? I hardly look at this blog anymore. Life has changed for me greatly since then, maybe I'll talk about it, maybe I won't, maybe I don't care, maybe that's why I don't use the blog anymore.

I'll give you a Veggie update, although I hear less and less about him since his starship departed my galaxy. As far as I know he's still living at his pity job, sleeping on the floor, wasting our precious oxygen on his worthless body. He's still driving drunk around B-Port in his hoopty and living after sunset as a vampire. I do know he was sued, don't know which creditor it was, but they froze his bank account and his wages are garnished. I'm still getting all his collection notices and lawyer letters. The deli down the street may be going out of business soon since Bob stopped buying his 30 packs and cigarettes there.

Anyway, I was almost mildly surprised to suddenly have 20,000 hits in 2 days.
I'm going to bed now, have to get up early tomorrow.

Asshole Neighbors

2008-04-10T13:11:00.012-04:00

This is one of my asshole neighbors. This guy lives on the left side of my house. He and his wife are older retirees, just like the Italian couple on the other side of my house. They have nothing else to do but work on their yards all day, every day.

This particular asshole dumps all his yard waste onto my property as shown in the photo set. Not the best photos I know, but I'll be getting a nicer camera soon with a zoom lens. The property line is about 10 feet behind where he dumps everything. He is aware of the property line as it's all marked with metal pipes sticking out of the ground. There's actually a black fence there behind him, but it doesn't show up in the photo.

The last 2 photos show him sweeping the sidewalk in front of his house, then dumping it on my property with a wheelbarrow. He has a big yard vacuum and a wood chipper. There's easily a few hundred pounds of stuff dumped there, all his grass clippings, leaves and sticks. The city picks up all this stuff for free, but I guess this asshole is too lazy to bag it.

Stuart Allan & Associates, Inc.

2008-02-24T14:02:00.003-05:00

Stuart Allan is looking for you Bobby. I think they want the $10k you owe. Life is so hard.

Best of - Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

2007-12-27T23:19:00.000-05:00

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

Happy Holidays From Hell

2007-12-24T16:57:00.000-05:00

I don't have a fireplace, so I just hung my coal bucket on the living room wall.

The Outer Space Ranger

2007-12-18T00:20:00.000-05:00

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.

High Times

2007-12-05T19:28:00.000-05:00

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.

Back Road To Hell

2007-11-30T00:24:00.000-05:00

Yeah, so I guess I'll bitch and moan about stuff again.
The squirrels are back in my attic. I've given up on evicting them, they're tougher than Veggie. The eaves are all rotten around the roof, so if you patch a hole they'll just chew another through. At least they're cleaner than Bob.

My furnace spews smoke and soot out the top every time it starts. Ms. Dumbass sent her brother over to fix it, he does heating and air conditioning for a living...too bad he's an idiot. He cleaned the nozzle and changed the filter..it's still the same.

My elderly neighbor is a wacko. He's an old Italian guy. His whole life revolves around his property. He stands in his yard from sunrise to sunset. He tries to talk to me but I can't understand half of what he says. He mows his lawn twice a week. He rakes the leaves at least once every day until it snows. Sometimes he can't wait for the leaves to fall on their own so he climbs a ladder and pulls them off by hand. In the winter he still stands outside all day in the cold. When it snows, he doesn't just shovel his driveway, he shovels his whole yard...yeah, it's a pretty big yard too.

My doubled living expenses have coincided with a 50% drop in my business. Everyone's keeping the wallets shut due to the shitty economic outlook. So I've got a lot more free time now in the winter to go broke...cool. eBay sucks, it's dead.

I did some blog surfing again today, they all still suck. I can't spend hours looking, where's all the weird shit? or at least some decent porno? something?

Oh, Veggie got a new car..well, new to him. It's a '94 Dodge Shadow. I guess the other heap died. Somebody must have given it to him. Don't ask how I know.

Evil Dead

2007-11-22T23:11:00.000-05:00

Today I had Thanksgiving dinner at the Cracker Barrel with my father...no joke. The Cracker Barrel here is conveniently located off exit 40 I-95, next to the Pilot truck stop. If you're not familiar, this is a large chain restaurant. They have southern style food. Everything is fried and/or covered with gravy and/or covered with sugar sauce and/or pecans. The meals run about $8.95 each. They have a large gift shop in the front with all the gaudy crap you could ever need. I thought the place would be empty but it was very crowded. I didn't realize how many rednecks live around here.

This was my first Thanksgiving in my life not spent with my relatives. My relatives are mostly all dead now. The ones who aren't dead are only speaking through attorneys. My sister goes to her in-laws now. Christmas should be fun, can't wait. On the bright side, I don't have to buy too many gifts this year.

Donny & Marie Worship Satan

2007-11-20T01:16:00.000-05:00

Yeah, so I've got no depravity to report. I don't have enough interaction with Ms. Dumbass to fuel a blog. Bob's furniture is still in the yard. I'm too lazy to drag my camera outside. My elderly neighbor told my other neighbor that he's going to call the city soon to complain about it. Not my problem. Veggie now has 7 different collection agencies after him, I'm keeping count. He got another license suspension notice in the mail here. I think he was suspended 3 times during the past year.

So I have no cable TV. I actually lost it over the summer but never mentioned it. I was so miserable, I guess I didn't care. We had a storm one day and a tree limb fell right on the cable wire near the house. That was the end of my free cable. I can't get them to put the wire back as I'm not paying for cable service. I may follow my own advice and order cable then cancel it after a couple months, I'll let you know what happens. There's no way I'm paying 50-60 bucks a month for TV, it's just not worth it.

So I'm doing the rabbit ear antenna thing on the TV. It sucks, I get 3 channels. Channel 49, 59 & 67. 49 is PBS, 59 is called 'My TV 9' for some reason and 67 is a spanish channel (I don't speak spanish). 'My TV 9' has all 2nd rate sitcom reruns like According To Jim, King Of Queens and some other forgettable show about a fat guy and his family. All the shows have a fat, lard-ass guy married to a good looking wife. I guess this is why chicks all dig fat guys now, cause the TV says it's ok. At night they have 'The Insider'. This is the most horrid tabloid trash show I've ever seen. Half of every episode features Donny & Marie...no joke, every night. I would love to meet someone who actually watches this show.

Fuck You

2007-11-12T01:37:00.000-05:00

I hate people who say I'm too negative. I get that on here and I get it in real life. My feeling is people who are turned off by negativity or complaining are unintelligent, complacent, simple-minded. These are the same people who send letters to the editor of your local paper complaining about all the negative news on the front page. "Why is my kids soccer tournament buried on page 23 and the 8 vehicle pile-up is on the front page?"....because they want to sell papers, stop complaining Miss Sunshine Moron. Life isn't all sunshine, stop pretending. Live with a scumbag alcoholic psycho for a while and see how cheery you can be.

All Meat

2007-11-09T23:56:00.000-05:00

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.

The Sober Statistics

2007-10-29T02:13:00.000-04:00

Here's the top search queries returned from my blog according to Google. The last number is the page rank.
1 southern ct gas -4
2 andrea ownbey -9
3 schlitze -6
4 southern ct gas co -6
5 sugar mammas -5
6 fuck my life -9
7 ingrown nose hair -5
8 southern connecticut gas co -9
9 schlitze the pinhead -6
10 ingrown hair nose -5

And the ones actually clicked on, in order.
1 schlitze -6
2 andrea ownbey -9
3 ingrown nose hair -5
4 is the beer cold in hell -2
5 southern ct gas -4
6 sugar mammas -5
7 fuck my life -9
8 braindead roommate -2
9 ingrown nose hairs -5
10 schlitze pinhead -5

Pretty lame, huh. I like the "Fuck My Life" one the best, I never actually wrote that phrase anywhere. At number 4 with the gas co., I'm worried they may be planning to have me wacked over this now, not too cool.... My obsession with Andrea Ownbey lasted about 5 minutes, sorry..... My post on Schlitze or 'Schlitzie' was really, really lame. I recommend the other guy's site listed in the links if you want to read about pinheads....And lots of people stricken with ingrown nose hairs. Mine eventually healed nicely, no scar at all.

Oh, and for all you losers wondering "is the beer cold in hell".....it is cold, it's ice cold and the 30 packs are bottomless so keep on chuggin, don't worry about it.

I did get my gas turned back on finally last Tuesday without much fuss. Turned out I owed them money from my last apartment in the ghetto from 6 years ago. I paid that and they came out an hour later and turned it on. Really great service. So I went without hot water and cooking for almost 2 months, thank you Space Ranger.

Veggies' furniture is still sitting in the yard here. I'll post a pic when I get a chance, I think it's gonna be there for a while. I cleaned the floor in Veggies' room. I had to soak all the crusty mounds with Fantastik, then scraped them off with a putty knife. I mopped the floor with oil soap about 5 times. The mop water came out black like ink. It's much cleaner but it still smells, thank you Space Ranger.

This Is Shit

2007-10-23T00:37:00.000-04:00

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...

The Blanket Had A Brain

2007-10-17T00:03:00.000-04:00

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.

No Longer Sharing a House With a Walking Vegetable

2007-10-13T22:58:00.000-04:00

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.

Full Rapid Boil

2007-10-04T11:54:00.000-04:00

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.

No Veggie, No Gas

2007-09-25T23:12:00.000-04:00

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.

Veggie on the Lam

2007-09-16T22:35:00.000-04:00

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.

All New Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

2007-09-10T17:31:00.000-04:00

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

2007-09-10T10:22:00.000-04:00

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.

Too Dumb To Die

2007-09-09T10:18:00.000-04:00

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.

Free Gas Back On

2007-09-06T21:04:00.000-04:00

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.

Cold Shower - Cold Beer - Cold Brain

2007-09-04T09:53:00.000-04:00

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.

Dead Man Sitting

2007-09-01T20:32:00.000-04:00

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

2007-09-01T10:14:00.000-04:00

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.

Veg-O-Matic

2007-08-25T11:49:00.000-04:00

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.

Mystery Line Formations Discovered in CT

2007-08-20T13:39:00.000-04:00

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.

Home is Where The Hell is

2007-08-15T23:47:00.000-04:00

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.

Sugar Mamma Caves

2007-07-03T16:38:00.000-04:00

Winner, Best Comment Award

2007-07-03T10:34:00.000-04:00

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.

Sugar Mammas' Revenge

2007-07-02T21:45:00.000-04:00

Today I was paid a visit by the Gas Co. Not just one guy, but 4 of them at once...yeah. Not just regular workers either, guys in shirts & ties with IDs on their belts, like the FBI. They're definitely pissed off about the bill now. I'm wondering if they've been reading my blog. They said they're moving the meter from the basement to the outside soon, then it'll be shut off immediately. He said they never shut it off because it's in the basement and they can't get to it. He also added that we're low priority on their list of delinquents, they have over 15,000 delinquent bills and many that are much larger than ours. So I gave them the Space Rangers' work address if they want to talk to him. Apparently Ms. Dumbass isn't paying her gas bill either, he said she's due for shut off also.

Lord of the Fruit Flies

2007-07-01T09:54:00.000-04:00

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.

The Southern Connecticut Gas Co.

2007-06-30T20:10:00.000-04:00

Every time I post this, it mysteriously disappears from the Google search. Shows up near the top for a little while, then poof....vanishes. Very strange. So I'll just keep showing it. This is our latest bill summary for the past 12 months from The Southern CT Gas Co.The bill is over 27 months delinquent. Last payment was made in July 2005. They still haven't shut it off. We get an occasional flurry of shut-off notices but as you can see they aren't shutting it off. It's all free when you're a drunken Space Ranger. Anyone interested in buying some natural gas cheap? I've got plenty, bring a tanker truck with you.

Weekend With Bernie

2007-06-25T13:00:00.000-04:00

So last weekend was a bit unusual here at Hell House. The Space Ranger arrived home Saturday morning at 6am, just as I was starting my day. I left and came back home around noon. Mr. Spacely slept all day and all night, like almost 24 hours straight. He never went out to get beer. I thought maybe he had finally croaked in there, but no luck, he was up early Sunday morning. He seemed to be conscious most of the day on Sunday. He spent the entire day and night sitting on his ass in his stink room, spaced out and sober. He left the house once to get a pizza. He only came out of his stink hole a couple times the entire day. Today he was up early again, before me. He sat on his ass, spaced out for the whole morning then left for his pity job at noon.

Ms. Dumbass was out planting flowers all day yesterday. Homeboy hasn't been around for a few days, maybe she missed a payment. She still hasn't come into our house like I asked. I just walk past her now without saying anything. Our house is being consumed by weeds, f*ck it. I used to plant lots of flowers out front but why bother? I can't have anyone come over my house anyway.

I'm still working on getting a pic of this stripper chick, saw her last night. I'll get it eventually. She just doesn't want her face ending up on some porno site, I don't blame her. I'm gonna give her my blog address, what the f*ck. She'll probably think I'm a sick weirdo and stop talking to me. I can't figure this girl out yet. She doesn't hustle guys at all for money like they normally do. She could be making a lot more if she did. She says she's a website designer. She thinks I'm nice, but I'm not sure that she likes me too much, I'm admittedly not a good conversationalist. She always says to me "Seems like you're not really into this", but I am into it, I guess I don't show it. Another girl there said I was 'Introverted'. The funny thing is, I don't get that turned on in strip clubs. I love looking at hot, barely dressed babes, but I just don't get as excited as I would having dinner or something with a hot chick. I guess it's because there's like no chance of having sex with her, I dunno. Anyway, this chick is so f*cking smoking hot, I would actually sever one of my fingers with a dull pocket knife to have sex with her.

All in the Family from Hell

2007-06-18T10:59:00.000-04:00

So I've had my own legal issues which I mentioned once a while back. They're still unresolved but I'll get into it a little.

I have a Grandmother, she's 98 years old. My grandfather died 10 years ago. They had 2 children, my mother and my aunt. My mother died 15 years ago, she divorced my father 25 years ago. She had 2 kids, me and my sister. My aunt had 2 kids, one adopted girl and one boy...my worthless cousins. My uncle died 2 years ago.

Grandpa owned a fairly successful retail business which he got from his father. It's been in business for almost 120 years. Grandpa never let any family members work at the business while he was alive, that's another story. Grandma owns this business since grandpa died. My aunt took over as president when grandpa died. My aunt died last January, so all that's left is grandma and us 4 grandchildren....that's where the fun begins.

My formerly wonderful auntie had apparently been conspiring for years to leave the entire business to her 2 kids and exclude me and my sister. My grandfather had wisely set up a trust fund giving every family member an equal share, so on paper we are all equal...but my cousins and grandma have other plans.

My adopted cousin has been made grandma's legal guardian and president of the company. She's 28 years old. Her only prior work experience was in child care....basically babysitting. She never went to college and barely graduated from high school. She recently bought a new house for $500k with cash...yeah, no mortgage and several very expensive cars. My other cousin also got a cushy position at the company. He's 33 years old. He was in prison for over 10 years for armed robbery and drug offenses. He's only been out for 2 years. He's still heavily messed up on drugs. He showed up 3 hours late to his mothers funeral and was drugged up when he got there. I think he's into coke or heroin, not sure.

So anyways, my sister and I have been battling all this stupidity since January. My sister has spent almost 20 grand on lawyers so far and I have to pay for half of it eventually. The main problem is that Grandma is considered legally competent...even though she's blind, can't walk and can't remember what happened yesterday. She's going along with whatever my cousin and her lawyer say and there's not much we can do about it. We found out later that when we were visiting grandma, our conversations were being recorded and the phones were tapped. My cousin was paying the live-in caretaker to spy on us.

As it is now, our lawyers have started working somewhat with our cousin's lawyers. The latest development a few days ago is that our grandmother has offered to buy us both out to get us out of the company. She basically wants to get rid of us so the 2 idiots can run the family business into the ground. My sister wants to negotiate a buy-out but I'm more inclined to tell them all to go to hell, see you in court. I find the whole notion of being paid off by my own grandmother repugnant and slimy. Believe it or not, we were all a normal, loving family up until January, too bad it had to end this way.

Summertime Breeze Fresh Scent

2007-06-18T10:19:00.000-04:00

Last night I found my cat stuck in between the front door and the screen door, it's like 3 or 4 inches of space. The cat must have run to the door when it opened and Veggie closed the door on the cat...this is how spaced out he his. The cat was stuck there for at least a couple hours.

Whenever I do laundry I have to take the clothes out of the washer immediately. If I don't, Bob will put his laundry in the washer on top of my finished laundry and re-wash them. When Bob does laundry, he puts his clothes in the washer and forgets about them.....sometimes for 4 or 5 days. So they're left there wet, growing mildew in the damp basement. Bob doesn't notice the mildew odor and throws them in the dryer. They still stink like mildew after they're dried. Bob pours his powdered detergent right on to the top of the agitator, so there's always a giant cake of hardened soap on it that I have to chip off with a screwdriver.

Ms. Dumbass never came by last weekend as she said she would. This is normal. I am resuming not speaking to her. The grass is a foot tall now, oh well. Maybe I'll start moving some of Bob's jugs of urine over to her front porch as a gift.

This morning, Veggie left the house at 9:30. I don't think he's scheduled for court so maybe he's working a day shift. He must have stayed up all night. Must be hard for Veggie staying conscious during the day. Veggie wears long sleeve shirts and pants all summer, no matter how hot it gets.

Sunday Morning Musings From Hell

2007-06-17T09:59:00.000-04:00

Last night I went to bed on the street at 1am as Bob was just starting his all night beer pounding routine. I came in the house at 9am and went to take a wiz. As I was wizzing, I heard Bob fall out of his room into the hallway. He then barged into the bathroom as I was still wizzing. He was so bombed that he almost pissed on me before he realized I was standing there. What a great way to start your day. So he says "Oh sorry" and goes back downstairs to get more beer. I guess he'll be sleeping well past sunset today. This is normal.

So the scumbag is crying a river of tears now on his blog about his legal woes. I think he's gonna start seeking donations again. The legal fees may cramp his drinking and ass sitting routine. Maybe his sister will come through to wipe his ass for him again.

I bought a Entenmann's rasberry danish twist yesterday. I made the mistake of leaving it on the kitchen counter. It's full of fruit flies already even though it's not opened yet. This is normal.

Ms. Dumbass had a talk with me a few days ago. She wants to know why I'm not speaking to her. I told her once again about Bob's filth hole. She says she's asked him to keep it clean...uhmm hello, that doesn't work. I told her she has to come in our house and force him to clean it, otherwise he'll do nothing. She's aware of the flies, rotting food and urinating on the floor. She says she'll come over sometime, I'm not holding my breath....well actually sometimes I am holding my breath.

Prosecuting Vegetation

2007-06-13T00:40:00.000-04:00

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.

Hell, No Butt Shot

2007-06-11T12:28:00.000-04:00

I won't be getting a photo of the most perfect butt I've ever seen. Not for a while anyway. Wasn't even planning on showing her face. Some of these strippers have overly high moral standards. Maybe if I show her my blog first, er..no, that probably won't help. I'll keep working on it. Perfect specimens like that should be documented and photographed for the good of humanity. This chick is almost 28 yrs old too, very smart, smarter than me. She's half American Indian/Half Black, apparently this is a good combination. Not many of the other chicks there were worth looking at, sorry girls, I'm picky.

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Heaven and Hell

2007-06-10T13:08:00.000-04:00

Last night the scumbag came home at 8pm with a pizza and a 30 pack. He got Bud Dry this time, good to try something new sometimes, right? He's been sleeping on the floor at work all day a lot. There's only like 2 or 3 employees, including Veggie, at this place. They make plastic parts for stuff, that's all I know. I'm kinda getting a feel as to whether he's coming home or not so I've been sleeping in my room a few days a week. He usually packs up a goodie bag of clothes and food when he's not coming back. He sits at work by himself all night drinking and staring at a computer like at home. Then he crashes on the floor there somewhere all day.

He got the job from a friend he's had since high school. I've met his friend several times and he's actually a nice, normal guy. I know Veggie lived in this guys' basement for several years at one point and he gave Veggie the rust-bucket Blazer he used to drive. Without this friend and his sisters, Veggie would've been dead long ago. Why none of them ever try to get Veggie some mental help is another mystery to me. Keeping him stocked with booze isn't helping.

Oh, Veggie got a drivers' license suspension notice in the mail yesterday from the DMV. Could only read parts of it through the envelope but it said something about mailing in court receipts or his license will be suspended on July 4th.

I haven't done much looking at real estate for the past 3 weeks. I've been very busy working. On a positive note, I've been making very good dough the past couple months despite all the obstacles. I found out the termite house sold for 235k. I would've paid that but they insisted on 240k from me. Realtors are all scum, no difference at all from a used car salesman. I'm getting back in the swing now. I feel rejuvenated since my facial deformity has gone away.

If anyone needs me tonight, I'll be at the local strip bar. I deserve some quality entertainment, haven't been out for fun in a while. There's one hottie usually there on Sundays who has the most perfect butt I've ever seen. On a 1-10 scale, it's an 11. Maybe I can get a photo of her butt somehow, oooh yeah. Cameras are taboo in there of course but maybe I'll try asking nicely. I'll leave my rent on Landlord's door before I leave. She called me twice on my cell, I didn't answer it, why did I ever give her that number?

Dr. Feelbad

2007-06-07T19:58:00.000-04:00

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.

The Dumbass Next Door

2007-06-05T10:20:00.000-04:00

So I'm now officially no longer speaking to my landlord (landlady, whatever). She's been nitpicking me about every little thing lately. Bob is always conveniently unconscious so I have to deal with everything. She always says "Now this applies to both of you", but I'm the only one who hears it. She never pesters the scumbag about anything. I'm going to start paying rent late now like Veggie does every month, f*ck her. I'm not cutting the grass anymore either, I threw out my mower last week. Maybe Veggie can do it at night with a flashlight.

Recipes For Retards

2007-06-04T10:58:00.000-04:00

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.

Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables

2007-06-02T22:08:00.000-04:00

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.

Close Encounters at the Courthouse

2007-05-31T00:08:00.000-04:00

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.

Urine Stank Blues

2007-05-19T22:27:00.001-04:00

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

2007-05-19T20:40:00.000-04:00

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.

Drinking Heavy Amounts Of Alcohol Shrinks Your Brain

2007-05-18T13:07:00.001-04:00

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.

Veggie Gets His Wages Garnished

2007-05-16T17:07:00.000-04:00

Found this on the CT court site also. This is Veggies' wage garnishment case which goes back to 2004. They couldn't garnish anymore after he was fired in spring 2006. Looks like they found out about his new job and they're about to garnish again. Poor Veggie, life is so hard. He gets letters from this law firm all the time. They all sit unopened in the hallway along with all the other bills. I think this is the bank loan he never paid back from a long time ago. The insurance co. hasn't even started trying to collect the $8,200.00 for the accident. They're gonna have to get in line.

This is the only way your gonna get your money back from Veggie. This is one court document on 2 pages. I still can't figure out how to copy a web page.

Veggie Goes To Court

2007-05-15T21:51:00.000-04:00

So today Veggie went to court.

When I came in the house this morning at 9:30 I found Veggie conscious and taking a shower. I knew somethings' up as Veggie hasn't been awake at this hour for quite some time. A quick check of the online CT court dockets turned up Veggies' name. He apparently has pleaded Not Guilty to both his tickets from his car accident. Looks like he's forcing the state for a trial. This is quite bizarre as Bob has no defense. I could see arguing the improper turn ticket but how's he gonna argue the no insurance one?...what a freakin moron. Veggie left for court at 10:15, court starts at 10...off to a good start.

I guess he could plead not guilty by reason of insanity. Just invite the jury over to his room for proof. Bob flew his Chevrolet Space Cruiser to the court house. His car has a flat tire now, I guess he adds air to it every day, none of the tail lights or signals work on it anymore. Court documents shown below. Unfortunately you can't see the results of criminal cases online, just the schedules.

Fun With The Insane

2007-05-13T23:09:00.000-04:00

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.

Living After Midnight

2007-05-12T21:14:00.000-04:00

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 there...no 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.

More Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

2007-05-07T10:57:00.000-04:00

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.

The Man Who Fell From Earth

2007-05-06T00:56:00.000-04:00

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.

Ingrown Nose Hair - The Saga Continues

2007-05-02T22:10:00.000-04:00

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.

One Night at a Time

2007-04-30T09:49:00.000-04:00

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.

Better Living In Your Car

2007-04-24T23:23:00.000-04:00

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.

Homeless at Home

2007-04-22T12:06:00.000-04:00

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.

Contacting The Dead

2007-04-21T22:45:00.000-04:00

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.

The Meaning Of Life

2007-04-21T11:15:00.000-04:00

The meaning of life used to bug me a lot, I try not to think about it anymore. I don't believe in a 'God' nor do I believe in Satan. Inverted crosses have no meaning for me beyond shock value. My parents were not very religious but they did force me to attend church Sunday School every week until I was 16... It didn't rub off on me at all. I always doubted what they were preaching as far back as I can remember. I used to ask a lot of questions they couldn't answer like "Who made God", "What about the dinosaurs, who made them", "Why did God wait billions of years before creating humans"???...stuff like that.

I do believe there's a force which governs the Earth and Universe but I don't think humans are the focus of this force, we're just part of it. I tend to believe in Science and Darwin's theories but even that leaves me with questions. I still don't understand the 'Big Bang' theory and I don't really want to.

One thing I do know is humans are consuming the Earth at a rapid pace. Much like a plant gets a bug infestation. The bugs feed off the plant and multiply until the plant dies or you kill the bugs. We are headed for a catastrophe eventually, it's just a matter of time. Have a nice day.

Indoor Vegetable Gardening

2007-04-17T21:20:00.000-04:00

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.

Hot Babes + Fat Ugly Guys

2007-04-16T22:40:00.000-04:00

So last night I went to the local strip bar, Scruples. I go there once in a while for the wholesome atmosphere. That's the only bar I ever go to. I drank 3 Coronas. After 4 I start getting tipsy... more than 4 I start getting queasy. I sometimes have a couple beers or wine when I go out to dinner, otherwise I'm not into drinking, never have been. I can't drink liquor, just the smell of it makes me queasy.

I used to smoke pot. I preferred it over alcohol when I was younger. I gradually stopped doing that for no particular reason other than it no longer does anything for me. I still know a lot of people who smoke pot, young and old. One of my longtime friends is in his mid-60s and he still smokes pot daily.

Scruples is pretty decent for a strip club. Good looking, nice chicks for the most part, no sleazy crack hags. The music they play sucks. I only go there like once every couple months and there's always the same bunch of loser guys in there. They must go there every night and sit at the bar and never spend any money. There's several strip clubs in Bridgeport, most of them are pretty frightening.

Anyway, all the strippers have fat, ugly, obese boyfriends. I'm talking to one of the strippers for a while, very cute girl, and she says her boyfriend weighs 400 lbs... really. She finds fat men sexy. I'm not getting this at all. I went on a diet 2 years ago and lost 15 lbs and started lifting weights for nothing. I guess I should start gorging on Twinkies and Ring Dings instead.

The Southern CT Gas Co.

2007-04-15T13:05:00.000-04:00

Here's another look at our bill summary for the past 12 months. The last payment was made in July 2005 and it was still about 6 months delinquent then. So the bill is about 26 months delinquent. The one adjustment is when the worker came by to change the sending unit on our meter. Great service.

They do nothing to collect the money. They still haven't shut the gas off. Bob hasn't opened any of their letters in 2 years. All the other utility companies shut you off after 3 months, SCGC seems to have some internal issues. If I had a natural gas fueled car I'd have really made out here.

Eddie Van Halen

2007-04-15T10:20:00.000-04:00

This is a recent photo of Eddie Van Halen.

Man...Pretty sad considering how he looked only 15 years ago. He's supposed to be a heavy drinker, probably drugs too. You'd think he could at least make a trip to the dentist. In his defense, I think he had tongue cancer or something so I'll give him a little slack. I've never been a Van Halen fan but they were pretty good compared to the crap music nowadays.

I saw a glimpse of his ex-wife Valerie Bertinelli on Larry King Live the other night. She still looks pretty good but I guess she's fat as she was promoting some weight loss thing. No wonder she left Eddie.

The Space Cadet doesn't look this bad yet but he's getting there. I would say in about 5 years he'll look like this. He never goes to the dentist either.

Life Sucks Then You Go To Hell

2007-04-14T23:25:00.000-04:00

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.

Democrats Doomed Again

2007-04-14T10:00:00.000-04:00

Here's the results of the MoveOn virtual town hall poll:

Sen. Barack Obama 28% www.BarackObama.com
Sen. John Edwards 25% www.JohnEdwards.com
Rep. Dennis Kucinich 17% www.Kucinich.us
Gov. Bill Richardson 12% www.RichardsonForPresident.com
Sen. Hillary Clinton 11% www.HillaryClinton.com
Sen. Joe Biden 6% www.JoeBiden.com
Sen. Chris Dodd 1% www.ChrisDodd.com

Looks like the Democrats are shooting themselves in the foot again. This is just the MoveOn poll of course, they tend to be very liberal. The 2 favorites in the real world seem to be Barack and Hillary.

Yeah, like Barack Obama has any chance of winning the presidential election. Like the South and the Midwest rednecks are gonna vote for a black guy. Sure he's a smart, nice guy... but get real folks.
And Hillary? I would personally love to see Hillary as president but she's got no chance of winning either. The rednecks think she's the antichrist. Edwards would be the best choice out of all of them but he's been tainted by Kerry already.

When are the Democrats gonna get this? Without the redneck vote, they can't win. That's why Kerry lost. That's why Bill Clinton won. Doomed again.

Roommate Wanted

2007-04-11T11:40:00.000-04:00

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 room...like 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.

Not Enough Left For A Lobotomy

2007-04-08T21:49:00.000-04:00

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.

Like A Rock

2007-04-06T20:52:00.000-04:00

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.

Eternity In Hell

2007-04-05T12:51:00.000-04:00

My contract on the money pit house fell through. They refused to budge, I waved goodbye. The seller can keep sitting on his termite trap for another 230 days. Cheap-ass f*ckhead. They couldn't even produce the termite treatment certificate which is required by law. The seller used some cheap unprofessional guy to do the treatment, the guy couldn't provide any documents. Then we found out they lied about who owned the house. It was supposed to be an estate, as-is, being sold through an attorney. We find out later it's actually owned by the son of the deceased owner. They lied about it to avoid any disclosure statement. My realtor says they still may come back later and renegotiate but I'm not holding my breath. At least I'm learning some new things, everyone is a lying scumbag in this business.

I'm still looking at houses but not finding anything. Just lots of overpriced stale houses that have been up forever. Not much new coming on the market in my price range either.

The worthless, brain-dead asshole is now back working the 4pm-12pm shift at his pity job. I guess his friend gave up trying to get Bob's lazy drunk ass into work at 10am. What a difference a friend makes, huh? Now veggie can go back to his sleep all day, vampire routine...great.

So You've Gone Insane

2007-04-01T21:52:00.000-04:00

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.

Better Living Through Alcohol

2007-03-31T21:02:00.000-04:00

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.

Playing Hardball

2007-03-31T11:46:00.000-04:00

So I'm still under contract with the money pit house. I'm asking for 10k back for repairs and closing costs. If they don't accept then I'm walking away. F*ck 'em. I'm still not getting a good deal after you factor in all the repairs. I'll be lucky if it's worth what I paid after fixing the exterior. Plus I'm gambling with the unknown termite damage. The seller's agent is not being open about anything and my realtor is of little help, she just wants to make the sale.

I was at a house in Stratford on Thursday buying some old crap from a couple who was moving. They were accepting 270k for their house. It was about the same size as my money pit but it was pristine inside and out, needed nothing. And they weren't having any luck yet with selling it. Not very encouraging. I find looking at houses so tedious, I'm not sure I can do it anymore.

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

2007-03-28T09:56:00.000-04:00

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.

Dead From The Neck Up

2007-03-27T20:21:00.000-04:00

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.

What a Difference a Brain Makes

2007-03-25T22:23:00.000-04:00

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.

Tales From The Hood

2007-03-25T00:40:00.000-04:00

The last place I lived was a triple decker house in a bad section of Bridgeport...really bad. My house was on a side street where the johns would drop off their hookers. The hookers would walk back up to State Street and get picked up again. These hookers were disgusting crackheads. Like old hags with no teeth, really gross. And fairly normal looking older guys with nice cars would be dropping them off. I never quite understood why any guy would pay for that. Too cheap to pay for something good, I dunno.

We also got the occasional gunfire outside. There were bullet holes next to the front door. It actually wasn't a bad apartment though and it was cheap. I lived in the middle, a nice elderly couple lived above me and the Space Cadet lived below. I never had to deal with Bob then so he didn't bother me. I had use of the garage too so I kept all my old crap in there.

Anyway, the last year I was in that place was another hellish situation. The old guy upstairs died and his wife moved to Florida. Then the new people move in. A young unmarried couple with 2 or 3 kids...great. They played rap "music" all night while they slept. They turned it on right before they went to bed every night. And the kids had their own stereos going in their rooms while they slept. This is why renting can really suck.

The Money Pit

2007-03-24T23:53:00.000-04:00

So my inspection didn't go too badly... except that the guy found live termites behind the basement bulkhead. He also pointed out where termite poison was put into the concrete with drill holes recently. He couldn't find any obvious structural damage from the termites but there's no way of knowing what's going on inside the walls. Other than that, he didn't find anything I wasn't already aware of.

So my father is down from up north helping me with this, bless him. He's helping me get the mortgage, there's no way a bank is giving my jobless ass a $200k loan. I never actually tried to get a mortgage but I'm assuming they wouldn't give me one or I'd end up with a rip-off interest rate. My credit isn't that bad but I think they'd want to see a paycheck stub or something for 200k.

So we are in a 'mulling it over' phase now because of the termites. I still have a little time before committing to it. I may try to use the termites to get the price lower. I could be going from Hell House to Termite House.

The Space Cadet was just starting his day when I came back from the inspection at 4:00, what else is new? He went out somewhere tonight I guess, it's late and he aint here. I get this sinking feeling when I hear his car coming back from a half mile away.

A New Hope

2007-03-23T00:33:00.000-04:00

I'm getting close but not lighting up a cigar just yet. My real estate offer was accepted. The asking price is $249k, I offered $230k, agent came back with counter offer of $240k. I was planning to stop at $235k. The other agent starts with the "oh we have another offer coming in"...yeah, bull. So I go for the $240k to get it over with and they accept. Now my realtor mentions there was a termite problem but it's been taken care of. I suspect this is why the last contract fell through but I don't know. These realtors can be real snakes. So anyway, I have an inspection being done on Saturday. I made the offer contingent on a clean inspection and told the inspector to check for termite damage.

The house is super clean and nice inside with gleaming hardwood floors. The previous owner had wall to wall carpeting (now removed) which kept the floors spotless for the past 50 years. It's a ranch with 2 large bedrooms, a family room and a huge kitchen, a nice breezeway porch and a decent sized 1 car attached garage. The siding needs to be replaced on one side and the back. The roof probably only has a few years left and the rear windows will need replacing sometime. The nice extra is a huge full size finished basement set up as an inlaw apartment with a kitchen and bathroom. It all needs to be re-done though as it was probably finished 40-50 years ago. I'm hoping I can fix that part up and rent it out to someone without any mental disorders or drug addictions. I could probably rent it for $600-$800/month. We'll see what happens, I'm still not getting my hopes up yet.

More Beer, Less Brain

2007-03-21T11:11:00.000-04:00

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

2007-03-21T00:24:00.000-04:00

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.

70,000 Beer Cans Found in Ogden Townhouse

2007-03-20T21:59:00.000-04:00

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.

Real Estate Market Tanking - Good News

2007-03-19T23:05:00.001-04:00

My realtor called today with some good news. The house I was looking at in Stratford months ago is back on the market. It was originally priced at $269k, I made a lowball offer which was rejected. The price was later reduced to $249k and it went under contract to someone else. I had given up on it. Well the contract fell through and the house just went back on the market.

It's been up for sale for 200 days now. My realtor says the seller is highly motivated now ( 200 days, I would hope so). It's a great house but it needs about 20-30k worth of work to the exterior. I'm taking another shot at it with a higher offer. I'm not getting my hopes up either, there's no easy way out of hell.

The real estate market is still dropping here. Houses are taking forever to sell for the morons still stuck in the bubble that burst last year. The house that sold for over 300k a year ago is only worth 250k now, if you're lucky.

More Lifestyles Of The Mentally Ill

2007-03-19T22:38:00.000-04:00

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.

Good Morning Starshine

2007-03-18T21:50:00.000-04:00

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

2007-03-18T13:45:00.000-04:00

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.

Lifestyles Of The Mentally Ill

2007-03-17T21:07:00.000-04:00

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

2007-03-17T13:40:00.000-04:00

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.

Earth Calling Bob...over

2007-03-13T15:01:00.001-04:00

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.

Star Trek -Spaced Out- The Voyage To Hell

2007-03-12T13:13:00.000-04:00

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?

More Hot Babes

2007-03-12T00:04:00.000-04:00

More hot babes with nice butts. I told you I like butts. Click to enlarge.

The Man Living With No Brain

2007-03-11T01:11:00.000-05:00

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

2007-03-11T00:48:00.001-05:00

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.

SID VICIOUS ON NEW YORK CABLE TV 78

2007-03-09T22:41:00.001-05:00

This is a real treat for you Sex Pistols fans. Sid Vicious, Nancy Spungen, Stiv Bators and Cynthia? of The B-Girls live on NY cable TV 1978. I have just about all the Sex Pistols video footage out there except this. I knew it existed but I never saw it until finding it on YouTube.

Unfortunately, Nancy does most of the talking and she's using her stupid, phony British accent. Sid seems doped up as he was most of the time at this point. Stiv Bators was in The Dead Boys then Lords Of The New Church. I'm not sure who Cynthia is or The B-Girls. Sid, Nancy and Stiv are all dead now.

I hate posting YouTube videos but couldn't resist, my apologies. This is part 1 of 3.

Cooking With The Mentally Ill

2007-03-06T23:17:00.000-05:00

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

2007-03-06T22:59:00.000-05:00

It's hot and nothing ever changes.

The Poster Boy For Mental Illness

2007-03-05T00:49:00.000-05:00

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/