September 1, 2007

• It has been an eventful couple of days which I will try to briefly summarize. As you may or may not know, I'm replacing the shingles and siding on my garage. So a dumpster was needed for obvious reasons. I went with Home Depot dumpster rentals because, well, it was the cheapest by far. I was given a small window of 7am-7pm for them to show up on Wednesday. I got home from work about 6:45 in the pm and there was no dumpster. Oh sure, some people might consider my garage a dumpster, but I mean and actual real dumpster. So, I called and asked where the hell were they. The lady that answered said she had no idea but would have somebody call me. I told her that they could call me at any time because I had a contractor coming out the next morning to start work on the garage. Much to my surprise, 11:30 at night, the guy shows up with the dumpster. Because I am a night owl, I was not yet in bed, but I was plenty pissed. As you might imagine, when the drop a dumpster off they do it with a truck that is as loud as a semi. I walked out of the house and said "what are you doing" to which he replied "I'm delivering your dumpster." I said "You are 4 1/2 hours late! And, its 11:30 at night!". I was fucking pissed. To make matters even worse, it was the wrong dumpster and much bigger than I had ordered, therefore, it did not fit in my backyard. So, I told him that I needed a smaller dumpster and I needed it by the morning. Long story short, they delivered the dumpster the next morning and Toby got started on removing the siding.

  My garage was in far worse shape than I have ever imagined. Toby said there was major weather damage from repeated floods (my backyard floods near my garage when it rains). Also, the garage seemed to be infested with bees, and not just any bees, very large bees. He actually referred to them as "prehistoric bees." Because of all of this, he thinks that it is beyond just replacing the siding and shingles. I agreed with him but now am faced with a tough and very expensive decision on what to do with the garage. I've got several options, the best of which is tearing it down, raising my concrete which is causing the flooding and building a new garage. This is going to cost a LOT of money. On the other hand, I don't want to spend all this money to replace the garage only to have the new garage be flood damaged once again.

  With all of this on my mind, I was looking forward to going to Clem's. About 9:15, I went out to my car to get something. While out there, I saw a white car slow down in front of the house. I thought that it might be my very big loser cousin (those of you that are long time readers might remember him, he was the guy that was prank calling me). I pretended not to see him and walked into the house as he pulled into the driveway. I knew it was him then. He had some girl with him who shouted something out the window. I just closed the door and went about my business, hoping he would go away. After a couple of minutes, though, he was still there and I was going to be leaving soon, so I knew I had to confront him. Just as I opened the door, he started to pull away. Unfortunately, he saw me open the door, so he stopped in front of the house. I knew I had to go out there. Now keep in mind, this is my late 40s/early 50s year old loser, crazy, alcoholic cousin. He is one of only 2 people in the world that I hate and outside of his prank calls, I have not had any contact with him in several years. So, I walked right up to the car and this is the conversation that followed.

  Me (in a VERY stern voice): "What are you doing here?"
  Fuckhead: "I wanted to make sure your house was ok."
  Me: "Its fine"

  At this point, I turned around and walked away, ignoring him, in spite of the fact that I was so pissed off, I was nearly shaking with rage. Of course, him being a complete and total loser, he had to say something. Actually, it was more yelling instead of talking.

  Fuckhead: "DON'T GET SO COCKY"

  I kept walking back towards the house, not scared in the least, but instead pissed off and fighting every urge in my body to turn around and either flip him off or say something. But, I know him too well, he was baiting me. He wanted me to take the bait so that he can go to the cops. But, I refused to take it. I just kept walking into the house.

  Fuckhead: "I'LL HAVE MY GIRLFRIEND KICK YOUR ASS. THAT'S RIGHT, NOT ME, BUT MY GIRLFRIEND, I WILL HAVE HER KICK YOUR ASS!!!"

  I again just kept walking back to the house, not acknowledging him at all. The funny part is that his girlfriend was so strung out and drunk that she probably couldn't even stand, led alone fight. She was in such an intoxicated state that she probably couldn't even hit herself.

  As I went into the house, he kept yelling, but I don't know what he was saying. After a minute or so, he drove off. Now he is a total loose cannon and although a complete pussy, he is capable of doing many cowardly things, like slash tires. In fact, the last time he was prank calling and the cops called to tell me it was him, the cop on the phone said to me "you know he is nuts, right?". See, all of Romeoville's cops know him, he is that big of a loser. Anywho, so I decided to call the cops, not only do I want to build a case against him, but I also want to piss him off and send a message that I don't play his games and I never want to hear from him again. I've got a trespass order which I'm going to fill out so that the next time he comes on my property, he will be arrested. When the cop showed up (he was a cute cop too!), he said he knew exactly who my cousin was.

  This fucker is such a drain on society that he should be locked away or deported to somewhere in the middle east. Sure, he was born here, but one can still make a strong case for kicking him out of the country. He might be the biggest reason why I'm a supporter of gun control. Now I don't know if he owns any guns, but the world is a safer place if he doesn't have a gun.

  Fuck, I'm tired, I need to get to bed.

  • 1:57 am
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