Trails.

Really?

There is a dyke in my living room.

Not a reinforced wall that holds back a large body of water either.A bad tempered buzz-cutted sister of Sappho.

This is my fucking life here people,pull up a pew….

I do not know her much like I did not know the random drunk guy who also made himself at home in the very same room a week or so ago,front door open and lights blaring out into the darkness when I got home at two am.I come home to my hut to deal with more of the same shit that I just dealt with in the world.Gimme a break or at least a fucking burrito.Something has gotta give and I am praying that its not my temper. The Dolt,which is the nicest thing that I can call him,now has a playmate to share his lynx deodorant fetish with.Ohhh! Maybe they can go shopping for spangly Don Ed Hardy tee-shirts together.Hang in poser bars and rohypnol fat chicks.

How quaint.

Maybe he can take a long walk of a short pier.

I woke up and hurled in the laundry trough the other day as the smell of hot rotting flesh permeated my already disturbed slumber not to mention the entire house.Upon investigation I saw that the dolt was slow cooking what looked to be the head of a Vagrant simmering in a bouillabaisse of dogshit and toe jam.I lost two pounds via regurgitation so I guess that is something.I then spent a quarter of an hour picking vomit out of the plughole.I am incandescent with blood boiling hatred.

I have to live next door to the living breathing embodiment of everything that I despise in someone with a dick.And the dick is nothing but hear say. He has a hair straighter for god’s sake. I am a bee’s dick off justifiable homicide.

Alcohol fueled tantrums and door slamming.

To say that I am done is akin to Charlie Sheen saying that he doesn’t mind a rail or two before fucking the ass out of a fresh batch of Vivid girls.I am out of the house every goddamn day or locked in my room.Surrounded by douche-hounds and simmering passive aggression.

Ok,go to your happy place…(ummmm?)….I brought a really nice fake Louis Vuitton bag off a junkie last night and one of my biker friends gave me a thrilling ride to central station so I could catch the train home to the suburban fresh hell that I now find myself rotting in.A bag and a bike? Cool. Both those things right there put a smile on my sour head.I need a Harley.Amazing machines. I can understand why chicks date outlaw’s and get horses when they are young.Both are akin to perching on a giant vibrator in public.

No wonder they all look so smug.

“Wanna come back to mine for a smoke?” he yelled as we pulled up to the lights scaring the hell out of a half asleep Maori behind the wheel of a garbage truck.

“Nah darlin’.I don’t indulge so more for you!” He honked with laughter and stepped on the gas.

I am such a hermit too.I love being around all my crap after so many years on the road but I cant even practice my music here,let alone meditate beneath my black velvet Elvis as I feel so uncomfortable in my own domain.I leave my earplugs in almost around the clock.I wish that I was joking….So much for him only staying a few months.(@#@$^%??!!!) My patience has been stretched to its limit. Admittedly it never had very far to go but that is not the point.

This is a fight that I am going to lose no matter what. Blood,apparently ,means something.What that magical unicorn festooned thing of wonder that could possibly be I cannot even begin to imagine.Not that it ever has to me ,thank Elvis. Imagine feeling like you owe a pack of malignant fuck-tards something due to shared DNA? I think bloody not! An asshat is an asshat no matter what skin they are in.People always bang on about life being too short.Fuck that swinging, its too long.Far too long to deal with the cocksuckers that you ran screaming from in a teenage fit in the first fucking place.Sue me but its makes absolutely no sense to me. Its so sad to see people revert to all that they hated and fought so hard to escape.I always think of the amazing Al Pacino in the immortal Godfather trilogy.

“Every time I get out they pull me right back in again.”

The ever amazing Miss Nina is coming to visit my ragged old ass tomorrow night before I have to do Saturday shuffle on the door at my beloved club once again.I have been listening to the great music that me and Marcus have been working on and its cool as all get out.At least I am in a rad band even if I am not happy at home.Its all a question of balance.I just have to keep my head low and my bass in tune and all will become clear.

Ahhh.Mutt and Jeff just got home banging around like neanderthals. Disrespectful cunts.Have you ever noticed that short people make more noise? What the fuck is that all about?

I’m not entirely sure what I am going to do about this situation but its bound to be Ben Hur epic when I finally work it out. The funny part about it is that he is going to think that he has won if I leave. Far from it.Its his sister that I feel sorry for in all of this.I am not going to live with drunks with double digit IQ’s anymore.I have come to far and it has taken too long.I hate that I don’t even want to leave my room. It just sucks.Safer for them though.By a long shot.

Trust me.

Gonna try and get some sleep.

Bully for me.