2.20.1992 Part Two

I met my jerkoff neighbor for the first time a few nights ago. He's the guy who always whistles along to his lame music. I had a fear that gimp bastard was living out here in his art studio and sure enough, he is. It sucks. Nobody is supposed to be using these studios for living space but I think more weirdos and dirty hippies are doing just that. I can hear him fucking around in there almost all the time now. He's watching television with the volume turned way up and he's drinking beer. He's got this smelly piece of shit dog too.

My neighbor has some sort of weak ass art company that makes signs for businesses. I found out all about it from Adam. Adam was out here one night recently and I bought him some beer to keep him out of my hair while I was working on some school projects. The beer didn't help though. When he drinks he jaw-jacks the shit out of you. I asked Adam to quiet down so he went next door to make friends with the neighbor. Adam was over there for a while talking to the dummy and then he came back and told me he wished he hadn't gone over there after all. He said the guy was a total burnout and completely stupid. I could have told him that.

The ceiling in my studio has started to leak. I'd like to have another art show here in the main gallery before summer hits but I don't know if I'll be able to do it. I will have to give up the studio if I have to move out of the house. I won't be able to pay rent on both the studio and a room somewhere.

Things over at Joe Evilsizer's house are getting kinda sketchy. Joe is throwing Demi out because Demi is always violating Joe's personal property and his privacy. Joe is an all right guy, but he's very fussy about his house and the things in it. Joe is always up front with new room mates on what he expects but very few people seem to listen to him and follow his rules. Joe goes through room mates alot. I warned Demi a while back about pissing Joe off and he didn't listen so now he's being shown the door.

Joe's rules for the house are pretty simple and when you move in he runs through it all in great detail. You're told about the coffee maker and you're more than welcome to use it, but you have to pour the old coffee precisely down the drain and run water after it so it doesn't stain the sink. Joe hates cleaning the coffee stains and if he has to clean them it makes him real angry. It's ok for you to use Joe's seasoned cast iron fry pan anytime, but you can never wash it with soap when you are done. You have to use hot water and wipe it dry. He's been seasoning that pan for years southern style and if you fuck it up, you're doomed. You have to be respectful of his posessions and clean up after yourself in the kitchen and bathroom. It's all pretty straightforward stuff really. Demi has managed to break just about every one of those rules so far.

I have never seen Joe freak out as bad as he does when he discovers his fry pan has been violated with dish soap. Oh man. Well, there was one other time he really blew up in pure rage but I only heard about that incident. I wasn't there when it happened. Apparently one of Joe's previous room mates- well let me back up a bit. Joe is from the South. He likes to do alot of southern fried cooking and baking. There's an industrial sized can of Crisco on top of the refrigerator that Joe uses all the time. Joe started noticing large scoops being taken out of the Crisco and he didn't remember using that much the each time he cooked. I guess the mysterious scoops of Crisco became more frequent and more was missing each time. Joe couldn't figure it out. He asked his two room mates about it and nobody knew anything. The mystery of the missing Crisco perplexed Joe. Finally, one evening Joe grabbed the Crisco to cook something up and when he pulled the lid off the can he saw another huge scoop had been removed with a hand-like shape and there were pubic hairs in the surface of the Crisco. Joe was so pissed off. I guess he was able to tell who the culprit was from the hairs, don't ask me how. That guy got himself evicted with a vengeance.

This other room mate Joe had, guy by the name of Scott, got himself thrown out a while back. I knew Scott from around town for years. Sort of a local fixture and serious drunk. Scott used to drink so much he would put a couple drops of squirt soap on his tongue when he went out so nobody would know he had been drinking. He figured dish soap would be a good mouthwash to conceal his boozy breath. Trouble was he still reeked of liquor as he staggered around with soapy Palmolive breath. So everyone still knew he was hammered. Anyway Scott would pass out on the livingroom couch, or in his bedroom, and piss himself. It was bad enough he pissed the couch a couple of times but Joe had loaned Scott a spare mattress and he pissed on both sides of it for a few months. Ruined the mattress I think. Joe blew his stack and I was there when that happened. He went into Scott's room to help him move some furniture or something and he noticed the stains on the mattress. When he asked Scott how it happened, the argument ensued. Crazy shit.

My sister, Brandy has continued to treat me like crap. She's alot like Dad now. She only talks to me when she's forced to, or she wants something from me. I'm getting more and more angry about it. I'm sure when I move out of our parents house she won't bother to stay in touch.