Best of - Lifestyles of the Mentally ill

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

I don't think I ever mentioned that he was forced to clean his room twice. These photos are a few months after the first forced clean-out. It was much worse at one point than what you see here. Unfortunately, I didn't take any photos then. Initially, the garbage pile around his chair was up over the monitor, there was no space left at all under his computer table, it was just a solid mass of garbage.

This was the view just outside his door in the hallway. Oh, any beer box you see is filled with cans or bottles, he never had an empty beer box. There's the paint kit I used to paint the bathroom. The door facing you is a walk-in closet. It was inaccessible for many years.


Just cracking the door, revealing the horror inside.


Good times.......


Don't let this happen to you.


At this point, his bed was against the wall there under the window. Can't see it? It's there somewhere, that's his blanket showing.


Beam me up, Scotty.








Oh yeah, I found this pretty cool comic while surfing the internets for satanic porno - Mr. Satanism I thought it's pretty funny. Sorta like Dilbert but with curse words and stuff. You youngsters probably won't get the punk references though. He likes to review shitty movies too, like hundreds of them. Helped me pass the time during Xmas.
Fuck you all

Full Rapid Boil

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

So at this point I pretty much went ballistic, I won't get into it all here. Anyway, Ms. Dumbass came over and asked Bob to move out. That was Friday night. Bob left on Monday morning for work and hasn't been back since. Ms. Dumbass hasn't served any eviction papers yet, so nothing's really official. Veggie has already stated to me that he will delay the eviction for at least 3 months, so I'm not expecting any swift action from either of them.

Oh, apparently the gas co. has been reading this blog. Veggie says they came to his work with printouts of the pages I wrote concerning the gas bill. Veggie says it's my fault the gas was shut off because I pissed off the gas co. They apparently didn't like what I wrote about getting 'Free Gas'. I found this very amusing....too fucking bad, my heart bleeds....fuck you all.

Veggie on the Lam

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

All New Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

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

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

Cold Shower - Cold Beer - Cold Brain

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

According to the SCG website, Veggie will have to pay the entire bill amount plus excavation fees, plus fees to turn it back on. They may require a deposit also before turning it back on. He must be looking at over $2,500.00, I have no idea what they charge for excavating. I don't expect hot water to be flowing here for a while, if ever. Some things do eventually change in Hell, but only for the worse.

Dead Man Sitting

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

Veg-O-Matic

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

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

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.

Winner, Best Comment Award

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



Anonymous said...

you sick piece of shit. If its that bad move the fuck out! You dedicated a whole blog to him. Who's the nut job now. People with mental illness deserve help and understanding. There's a special place in hell for sick son of a bitches that are as callous as you are!
10:09 PM


This is what I like, makes my day. This wins the best comment award hands down.
If the winner would step forward, he/she has a prize awaiting. You have won a large jug of urine, in your choice of either a cheap looking, plastic vodka bottle or a 2 liter soda bottle. It will be personally inscribed from Satan to you. Congratulations.

Prosecuting Vegetation

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

Close Encounters at the Courthouse

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

The Drunken Gourmet almost made a brief appearance here over the holiday weekend. Bob came home with tons of groceries along with his usual 36 beers. He started preparing another beef brisket to boil on the stove. That was Saturday, the meat's been sitting in an uncovered pot of broth in the fridge since then. It's a 2.5 lb piece of meat so at Veggies method of cooking meat at 4 hrs./lb, it should take about 10 hours to boil. I'm looking forward to the all night burned meat steam bath. I hope he gets E-Coli. If he ever gets around to cooking it, he'll eat 2 bites then leave it on the stove for the flies. He bought a huge bag of fresh produce on Saturday, it's been sitting on the counter untouched(except for the flies) since then. It's all wilted and brown now. I guess I'll be throwing it out next week.

I went back again to the same doctor for my pimple/abscess, yeah, it's still there. He wanted me to do the same antibiotic again, I have no faith it'd work the 2nd time so I never filled it. I went to a dermatologist today. He poked some huge ice pick in it then squeezed it with some sort of hand tool squeezer thing. Pretty much what I've already been doing at home. He gave me some Benzaclin samples to use, it's an ointment. Cost $100.00 for less than 10 minutes with the guy. I'm not expecting it to go away with this stuff. He said it's quite possibly related to stress or anxiety. He says all I can do is wait for it to go away or he can cut it out which might leave a scar. I'm afraid if he cuts it out it may still not heal and it'd be much worse. I'm increasing my Xanax dose, don't care if I turn into a Zombie if it'll make this thing go away.

More Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

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

I'm actually getting some nice quality sleep in my truck. Sleep is good. It's still pretty cold here at night though, like 40 degrees. I'm using 4 blankets.

Homeless at Home

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

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

Contacting The Dead

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

Tonight I attempted communicating with the vegetable. Communicating with Bob is frustrating to say the least, he only says a few words then walks away. What he says is always his fantasy version of reality or lies, not sure which is which with him. I noticed the shut off notice came from the phone company today. (The shut off notice comes in a regular size envelope, easily distinguished from the monthly statement). I really need the phone line this week as I have a lot of stuff on eBay.

Anyway, I encountered the Zombie in the kitchen as he was getting his first beer. I asked him if he could please pay it before it's shut off

this time. I tried to explain how if you pay before it's shut off, they won't shut it off, that's the whole point of the shut off notice. The Space Cadet just smiled and says "I always do" as he walks away. That's about all you can get out of him. Bob seems to have forgotten the other 8 times it was shut off before. He probably still won't pay it. I really f*cking hate this asshole.

Indoor Vegetable Gardening

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

Life Sucks Then You Go To Hell

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

Yesterday the landlord calls me. She says Bob never paid his rent. Gee, big surprise. Bob hasn't volunteered rent money since he went looney over 2 years ago. He ignores it just like the utility bills. She always has to come to him and ask for it. Bob's always late and/or short. She keeps saying she's gonna start charging him a late fee but she never does. I used to be friendly with our landlord but not anymore. She never does sh*t to help me out here with the sick nut.

This morning I smashed my thumb in my car door. It's still throbbing and the nail turned purple. This is my 2nd car door accident of recent. A few months ago I opened the door and wacked my nose pretty good. Cut it open right on the bridge. Took a while to stop the bleeding. I think my clumsiness is from lack of sleep... getting woken up 10 times a night by the drunk mental case. It's still too cold here to sleep in my truck. I'm really deep in the depths of misery lately. Everything sucks.

Roommate Wanted

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

Better Living Through Alcohol

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

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

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

I miraculously managed to fall asleep early last night even with the drunken, brainless zombie stumbling around in the next room all night. I have to get up early every day now in the summer to make money. I'm going to start sleeping in the back of my truck now that it's warmer outside. I have no other options. Thanks asshole.