Bad Guy

 

 

 

 

K, this is not Jack, as Constant Reader would know by the color of the font.  This is Piers, and I’m in a funky-ass really BAD mood.  Well, it was eased a bit because I talked to my grandbabies!  It’s the first time in a while, too.

Mama will be here in about twenty minutes, so I have to hurry this entry along, even though it was meant to be my steam valve.

As if it’s not too late for a steam valve!

I’ve been bitching at Mikey all damned afternoon.  This morning, I was in a good mood, but the fucking sun seems to sap it right out of me, I guess.  I’m not sure.  I think high blood pressure is one cause, too.

I know I’m hypersensitive, and I really wish I wasn’t.  Damned if I know how to change it, though, and we never seem to take the time and effort to call Dalia.  But, there are other issues on the mind….like how much Mikey’s hurting.  And I’m NOT being sarcastic about it.  I’m being serious.  He’s got something going on that we just can’t figure out.  This has put some level of strain on us, and we wind up fighting because I can’t hear and he almost can’t walk.  Goddamn human frailties.  I fucking hate them.  I wish I could shoot them!

If I shot my ear, I’m pretty sure my brain would be in the direct line of fire, and then I would cease to be alive….or at least cease to be able to function.  If I shot Mikey’s feet, he’d probably wind up with gangrene or some such, and then I’d be a murderer.

Fuck….can’t win for losing around this joint.

I’m staying away from the Bat Cave (Nanny’s house).  At this moment, I don’t think I EVER want to be around her again.  All she does is hurt me one way or another.  If something rolls off with no sweat, she keeps on until she finds a way to upset me.  Old bitch.

Now Mikey’s all sad, because I’ve been a major fucking prick.  I don’t know what to do, because I’m sure he doesn’t really want much to do with me.  I dunno.

When I fuck up, I fuck up good, don’t I?

And I don’t care that it should have said, "well" instead of "good", so if it bothered anyone, they can eat shit.

PdC