Bordick
11-21-2003, 03:39 AM
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BORDICK's
HOUSE OF RAGE
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FRIDAY NOVEMBER TWENTY-FIRST
This Rage dedicated to mi hermano. The Bob.
I want him dead! I live with the guy. And I just can't ****ing stand it anymore. I feel his eyes on the back of my neck when I'm at the computer. That same Judgmental stare while I watch TV or DVDs. Silently mocking what I'm doing. Part of me just wants to up and flip out and put his head through the wall. I JUST CAN'T ****ING STAND IT. The guy moved in 9 months ago, there's still boxes all over the place. He burns holes in my carpets with his cigarettes. and spills beers on my hard wood floors.
Normally he's anti-social and silent. But then at night, when he has a few drinks in him he becomes the happy retard and I want to take a tire iron and crack him in the skull. Granted, I drink (and smoke pot) as much as he does. But I have the decency to do it in a social situation, not while watching old home videos of your high school band singing along with the tape, and certainly not while playing Playstation baseball.
Speaking of baseball and him being drunk. He goes on and on about the Mets and what trades there making, what they need to win the pennant and shit like that as if he was the sports reporter for ESPN, meanwhile I'm a yankee fan...and during the off season I couldn't give two shits. It was much better when he was across the street. It's like my childhood all over again now. Under one roof we can not function as a unit. Just can't.
I could kick him out, but he has no place to go. He lost his apartment across the street in February and I took him in ever since.......It's just a wicked pain in the ass. He honestly had no where else to go. I have one brother in N.C. who's just getting over divorce and has a kid....he weant there in the mid-90's before the kid was born but left because he was "home sick". My other brother lives in a shack on the L.I. south shore with a wife & kid, I call it a shack because his place is so little you have to stand up to take a dump. Then there's my sister. Married, 2 kids.....and enough shit on her plate than to have to worry about her little brother. Either of my parents........no, they're both retired and live happily lives seperately. So then there's me. The single City dweller, who happens to be across the street from The Bob anyway. I'M ****ED. With any luck he'll be on his feet before the summer. Or else MANSLAUGHTER IS THE ONLY ****ING OPTION!!!!!! He's family I truly wish him no harm. BUT HE'S GETTING ON MY ****ING NERVES!!!!!!!!
I'm out.
Bordick
P.S.
Sorry to bore y'all with personal shit.
Take it away, Tay!!
BORDICK's
HOUSE OF RAGE
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FRIDAY NOVEMBER TWENTY-FIRST
This Rage dedicated to mi hermano. The Bob.
I want him dead! I live with the guy. And I just can't ****ing stand it anymore. I feel his eyes on the back of my neck when I'm at the computer. That same Judgmental stare while I watch TV or DVDs. Silently mocking what I'm doing. Part of me just wants to up and flip out and put his head through the wall. I JUST CAN'T ****ING STAND IT. The guy moved in 9 months ago, there's still boxes all over the place. He burns holes in my carpets with his cigarettes. and spills beers on my hard wood floors.
Normally he's anti-social and silent. But then at night, when he has a few drinks in him he becomes the happy retard and I want to take a tire iron and crack him in the skull. Granted, I drink (and smoke pot) as much as he does. But I have the decency to do it in a social situation, not while watching old home videos of your high school band singing along with the tape, and certainly not while playing Playstation baseball.
Speaking of baseball and him being drunk. He goes on and on about the Mets and what trades there making, what they need to win the pennant and shit like that as if he was the sports reporter for ESPN, meanwhile I'm a yankee fan...and during the off season I couldn't give two shits. It was much better when he was across the street. It's like my childhood all over again now. Under one roof we can not function as a unit. Just can't.
I could kick him out, but he has no place to go. He lost his apartment across the street in February and I took him in ever since.......It's just a wicked pain in the ass. He honestly had no where else to go. I have one brother in N.C. who's just getting over divorce and has a kid....he weant there in the mid-90's before the kid was born but left because he was "home sick". My other brother lives in a shack on the L.I. south shore with a wife & kid, I call it a shack because his place is so little you have to stand up to take a dump. Then there's my sister. Married, 2 kids.....and enough shit on her plate than to have to worry about her little brother. Either of my parents........no, they're both retired and live happily lives seperately. So then there's me. The single City dweller, who happens to be across the street from The Bob anyway. I'M ****ED. With any luck he'll be on his feet before the summer. Or else MANSLAUGHTER IS THE ONLY ****ING OPTION!!!!!! He's family I truly wish him no harm. BUT HE'S GETTING ON MY ****ING NERVES!!!!!!!!
I'm out.
Bordick
P.S.
Sorry to bore y'all with personal shit.
Take it away, Tay!!