Fun With The Insane

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

So You've Gone Insane

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

Today Bob rose early at 3:30pm. He went out at some point to buy toilet paper. The 3 material things most important to Bob are beer, cigarettes and toilet paper. Yeah, he never runs out of toilet paper, it's extremely important to him. He buys the real big rolls that come single, wrapped in paper. He uses tons of it. If he buys the smaller rolls that come in a 4 pack, he'll use up a whole roll in one sitting. The big rolls last 3 or 4 days. I could probably go for a month on one of those by myself.

So it was pretty much a normal weekend here with the sick nut-job. He only ventured outside the house for less than an hour the whole weekend. He pretty much just sits in his chair drinking for 2 days straight. The stench from his room is really getting bad now. His windows are always steamed up from the outside of the house, I think from all the rotting crap in there. His weekend isn't over until sunrise tomorrow.

I always wonder how he can pee so much without his bladder wearing out. Like I said, he pees 40-50 times a day.... We have a heating vent, unfortunately located on the floor right next to the toilet. When we moved in here it was painted white. There's no longer any trace of paint left, it's rusty and corroded. Every guy occasionally will 'miss' the toilet briefly. Bob will completely miss, like giant puddles around the toilet. I don't think he notices at all or he just doesn't care, he's too bombed.

More Beer, Less Brain

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

There's really nothing that can be done. I've blown up at him in the middle of the night more times than I can count. I've screamed at him, threatened to bash his f*cking empty head open, threatened to call the cops, even tried asking nicely for some sanity...nothing gets through. His destiny is living under a bridge somewhere with his belongings in a shopping cart.

So this morning the scumbag gets up at 9:50am and runs out the door without showering. He hasn't bathed in 3 days. He'll sleep for a few hours when he gets off work, then it'll be another night of the living dead.

More Lifestyles Of The Mentally Ill

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

It snowed here on Friday into Saturday. We got about 6 inches, not bad. The Space Cadet didn't drive his car all weekend. It took him about 45 minutes to get his car out of the snow on the street here. His method of freeing his car from the snow is pouring buckets of water around the tires...uh, that don't work. Shoveling would require too much effort for him.

Bob came home from work with a fresh 30 pack of Extra Gold so all is well. He's got a lot of work to do tonight.