Well guys, I've dealt with some pretty MF-in lame series of unfortunate events lately. Long story short, I've lived In my grandmothers home since I was 10, blah blah. Her son, A crackhead, lightweight alcoholic, and flat out drug attic of 35 years, MY Uncle. Myself 19.

Anyways, he's been mooching off of her, stealing her money, being a real pain in the ass starting fights with everyone, all the time. Has not worked much of his life. He is a poor excuse for a person, dead weight that doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself.

So onto the whole fiasco, he's been drinking much lately, crackin' it up, causing problems everywhere. WELL! Guess what I came home to this sunday night after work. Mind you I walked in the door & the mere sight of me sets him off, He starts it off by complaining to me he can't find his paintbrush, blah blah. So that goes on for a good 2 hours while I watch him yell his mind out, purple & pale at the same time, nearing a heart attack. HIS BRAIN IS FRIED.

I calm him down enough to let him know, WTF! I will go and look for your paintbrush, chill your drunk ass out. I walk in my garage to what I can not overcome to this day, and never will. He has fucked with something I consider the same level of my family, GF, IMO.

Take a look at what was slammed into my baby, then attempted to cover up with in this order off the roof.

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Blanket, Ladder "used for breaking", then finally to show nothing, Plywood. Ladder has been there for a year, not fallen once, with the space provided between the Talon & It, it couldn't have fallen, simply because our quarter panels are wide, it would teeter & hit the roof/hatch before lining up with the window & breaking.

Never once mentioned it was broken from the time I got home. I had to discover the beautiful Talon, with only knowledge of how pre-meditated his anger has been towards me for years. She is disturbed, physically, & emotionally. Just bullshit guys, sorry for the Novel. But goddamn, I'm done putting my trust, help, time, & love into the sight of him ever being apart of my family again. Crossed the line. Threatening the DSM, DEM' is motherfucking fighting words where I come from.

Ahem, sorry, but thanks guys. This is gonna be a bitch to replace, seen it once before. Sigh.

Jeff.

Originally posted by 740TurboBrick

"Dsms run on Gasoline, DSMers run on Alcohol...Id bring a tank to refuel the DSMers..."

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