Sunday

So tired of Nabal. Drunk as almost always. My boy I think is becoming a carbon copy of Nabal. He's surely, he's knocking holes in his walls. Tonight I hear Nabal talking to the boy about the merits of fighting roosters... Drunk and stupid. When questioned he claimed my girl and I had misunderstood then tried to. Hangs the subject. Later Nabal comes stumbling in and said, "Don't I have the right. Every time I go out the house those people are on the porch. Every time I come in still out there." it's their porch! They are neat, quiet and don't bother anyone. I wasn't sure what he was about to do... I replied that the next door neighbors maybe got sick of him sitting under the tree drinking every day under their porch. He got indignent saying I was the only one who had a problem with his drinking... Well, at least he forgot the people across the street. Work is picking up, but not fast enough! Going for training soon then maybe it'll pi k up some with some more credentials.