posted on Mar, 21 2015 @ 02:03 PM
There's this guy here that's a really bad alcoholic. It's so bad that he passes out and pees himself. Regularly. I think it's actually gotten to
the point when he's drunk when he's not.
Well, he traded my buddy for a room in a quieter place in the house since he works third shift. My buddy had been building game tiles for D&D and
didn't get a chance to move our stuff out. Well, my buddy could have but he's a little lazy. I'm usually busy with this, that, or the other thing.
It doesn't help that the drunk sleeps during the day so it was hard to get in there to get stuff out.
He'd gotten blind drunk months ago and thrown a lot of our stuff out, including all of our building materials. Also in the trash bag were some .22
bullets. Now, we burn trash here so you can imagine what kind of "fun" I would have had if I'd lit the bags without looking through them.
You'd think after the last incident he'd have learned. Nope, nope, hell no.
I went outside and saw a pile of bags and immediately get nervous. I'd been asking this drunken piece of crap if he'd seen my art supplies. He said
he hadn't. I then asked him if he saw them, let me know. This was almost a daily thing. I'd tried finding them before but the damn room was filled
with cans, bottles, and empty beer boxes. It didn't take long to get that way, either. Anyway, I start going through the bags and what do I find? My
damn art supplies. I'm talking about over $100 worth of paints and brushes. I'm still pissed off, several hours later. I'm still missing some
paints. I guess I'll have to keep an eye out for them. I feel like breaking his knee caps. I hate drunks!