Eight days of lockdown

 This morning, I was released from the Navarro County jailhouse.  Eight days ago, I called my friend Trish to wish her a happy birthday.  After that, I was speaking to our friend David on Yahoo Messenger, when Nanny comes out to the building and picks another of her STUPID fights.  It started over noodles. 

Nanny said that Mikey’s been going around telling people that she ate all our food.  Well, that’s about retarded!  Mikey never said any such thing.  What Mikey said was that Nanny fed some of our leftovers to her cats, when we had told her we’d finish them the next morning.

So it escalates from noodles to Nanny telling me that I "know" what a lying bitch I’m married to.  She told me to admit that I knew Laurie is a lying bitch.  I told her that SHE was the liar, and I also told her that her story was messed up, as usual.  It wasn’t even noodles that started the REAL issue.  It was what Mikey called a Shepherd’s Pie.  That has no noodles in it. 

Anyway, Nanny and Mikey started arguing, and I stepped between my wife and grandmother, hoping nothing untoward would happen.  Nanny reaches up, grabs Mikey’s shirt in the front, digging her fingernails into Mikey’s chest in the process.  Mikey stands firm, and Nanny RIPS MIKEY’S SHIRT OFF!!!!!!

Mikey and I had just talked a few days before about what we should do if Nanny became violent with either of us, as she is prone to do, from time to time.  We decided that I would back down and let Nanny assault Mikey.  Mikey wouldn’t raise a hand to stop her.  So that’s what we did.

Then it turns out that each of them is screaming at the other that they’re lying whores and how Nanny tried to fuck her way out of Germany and gave birth to her bastard son.  This was AFTER Nanny called My Mikey a whore, so I hold no grudge about my father entering on Mikey’s argument. 

Nanny is still agging me on, trying to get me to "admit it; you KNOOOOOW she’s a lying bitch!"  I screamed, "Don’t FUCKING MAKE ME DO THIS!!!!  You’re the goddamned liar, you fucking bitch!"

Well, we wound up telling her that she is being taken to court for a competency hearing.  She said, "Why?!"  And when we said that she is senile, she started laughing, one of those, "Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?!" laughs.

Well, the laugh will be on her very soon.

My Mikey and I went to the police station to file a report, so that there would be proof, for the soon-to-be court case against Nanny, that Nanny is capable of violent behavior.  We filed it alright.  Oh boy, did we.  In the process, we had to give our identification to Officer Todd Morris, the one who is strongly accused of murdering a black man in his custody in 1993.  Mikey’s came back ok.  Mine did not.

I had OLD warrants, and because of that, I was arrested.  Todd, the lying sack of shit, told me that Nanny would be arriving at jail soon after I would.  It didn’t happen.  As of this moment, Nanny is still free and clear.  We just saw her driving home a little bit ago.

No need to worry.  The very night I went to jail, both my siblings, MH and Johnny, came to town and started proceedings against Nanny.  I feel very fortunate that they stood behind us this time.

Johnny called Adult Protective Services, and from what I know, they will ask Nanny to see a doctor.  If she refuses, they’ll take her into custody, surrender her to a center in Ennis for the elderly who have Alzheimer’s or are violently senile, such as Nanny.  They may keep her for up to two weeks, for observation.  This is only the beginning of it.

The only problem, yet…..they have yet to catch her at home.  I’m guessing Nanny knows what is happening, and she’s staying gone all day long now, until the hours that APS is closed.  This may be chance, but I don’t know.  I don’t CARE, either.

Soon, they will actually catch her at her residence.  We’re fairly sure that she will refuse an evaluation, which will seal her fate.  She WILL have one, voluntarily or not.

On Monday, I tried like hell to call my family from jail.  I could not reach anyone, so, in a desperate effort, I called Nanny’s house.  This was a bad mistake for more than one reason.  After listening to what I wanted her to tell my mother for me, she mentioned that she had been up to the jail that very day, and she CONSIDERED visiting me, but she went away……because of all the nasty things I said to her!!!!!!

Well FUCK YOU, TOO, you old CUNT!

I have to keep myself away from her.  All the adults in here care about what happens to Nanny, to some extent, but there is one who no longer feels anything positive for her.  Oscar wishes Nanny dead.  Aggressively, violently dead, too.  He WANTS to kill her, but we will not permit that.  Therefore, until we are properly supervised by a law enforcement officer (or our brother Johnny), we will stay away from Nanny’s house at whatever cost.  I’m worried for Bomber.  I have no idea if he’s inside our shed or aoutside it, mingling with the wild cats and becoming one, no doubt.  If he’s outside, at least he’s alive.  If he’s inside….this makes one week of no food or water for him.  And the stupid Nazi bitch won’t let us take care of him.  She says that because of the way our phone call went, I can’t step foot on her property.

By the way, that phone call triggered Oscar bigtime.  He slammed the phone into the wall repeatedly, screaming, "You just HAVE to make it fucking worse, don’t you?!!!!!!"  Then, he ran up the stairs in the jail and started beating his head and arms against

the wall, telling fellow inmates that they’d better call an officer, because he was going to kill himself.

This resulted in our being hauled to solitary confinement, stripped naked, and left in a cell for a few hours, to cool down.

And he’s still every bit as angry as he was when he slammed the phone into the wall, pretending the phone was Nanny’s head.

I’ll try to keep you posted.

All is well, for now.

Love,

Jack