Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday
Nabal is in rare form tonight. Thankfully he was so drunk he forgot what he was up to and passed out. He's been argumentative for a few days now. Earlier he accused me of lying about picking up my girl from school because she was coming in with friends 3 hours after I brought her home. He came in about an hour after I got home from church. He'd driven the guy he was complaining so about home. The guy moved out of the neighborhood and some 20 minutes away. Nabal always had something bad to say about the fellow, yet when he moved away he lamented him going... So Nabal gets back so drunk he can hardly walk. The way down and back is through a pretty fast and twisty road. How he did it I'll never know.
Once he got in I was accused of moving his bible that he'd looked for the day before. Then he lamented the predicament of the guy who came to work for him today. This after pretty much calling him lazy. I think he misses his drinking buddy. The kid who works for him now is a friend of my boy and doesn't drink with grown men. Then I was accused of bein unfeeling because I wouldn't Awwwww and cluck over this guys predicament. As I remember the guy doesn't have a car or license because he has too many DUIs. I busied myself until I could get away then came downstairs. He forgot all about me, thankfully and is passed out on the sofa. He tried begging a kiss. Then got all whiney aboutme just not wanting him to touch me. Generally yes, but especially when he's drunk, which is most of the time. He tries his luck and like a school kid will touch me as I walk by just to prove he can.
He's back to planning to buy a house. We need to sell the rental property this yer so we can hang onto my house. I think we can pay off all the taxes. I need to get his name off my house so I won't lose it. I'll take all the debt. I was stupid for letting him put the last 50,000 on it when I knew better. I was so worried he would be mad if I put it off until he needed it and he couldn't get it. Trust me, you do not want to be the one who messes up Nabal's plans. You never get to live it down. And he is brutal when he catches you messing up. I really thought the money would be there and I'd just pay it back when he didn't use it. I never dreamed he'd use it all to fuel his addiction to spending and looking like a big shot. Well... I was wrong. How didn't I see that coming? He used to spend foolishly on a small scale. I guess he got used to the big spender mentality of the boom times. He was going to be the benevolent jefe of his crew and his brother and weather them thru the storm. Well, the storm is still raging and we are hanging on by a thread. His crew and brother deported.
A few nights ago he was talking about bringing the protege over again. Luckily he doesn't have the money. I have seen letters around where the protege is begging for money. Calling him jefe... I wonder if he has sent money. I'd always get lectures about how I didn't know what it was to be poor. I don't, but take from us when we are living on the edge? The protege went back a drunk. A serious drunk worse than Nabal. His wife left him. Nabal if for sure going to fund his folly. Nabal started that boy down the road to destruction, and he's paying guilt money for that. He at first belittles and ridicules, than when his dirty laundry is there for everyone to see, he covers and laments and pays for it. Only to save and salve himself. He feels no remorse. He prods these guys to further debauchery then ridicules again. All along claiming to be trying to save their souls. I guess he feels better. Also by having guys way worse than he, he feels better about himself. He had some sort of rift with one guy who have quit all together and Nabal prodded him until the guy started to drink and be a drunk once again, all while giving the guy fried because he wouldn't attend Nabal's church regularly. Just odd and crazy.
Well, that was my Wednesday. All day Nabal trying to find some fault with me. Poor man always calls when I'm working and assumes I just ignore him. Jus a victim complex is all.
Nabal was so drunk he put his 2 roosters in his '64 Galaxy to sleep. I cautioned him that they would poop all over the interior. His reply was that it all had to be redone anyway... He hasn't worked on it in 2 years. It's just rusting out. I told him he should sell it while it's still worth something and he won't.
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