Saturday....
Saturday. I was awaken by a phone call from my mother early in the morning. Apperantly the sack of manure that's evicting me called the cops to file a report. I dress and call Rick for a ride. At my studio, my parents are there along with Rick and myself. No cop, just the Dick head. There was some new writing on my walls.Such as 'YOU SUCK' 'ASSHOLES' 'FUCK YOU' and some other things. I guess he didn't like the way I had talked to him on Thursday and wanted to ensure that I got not only evicted, but into some sort of trouble as well. This guy is the first to ever be on my shit list. I began to get confrontational, pointing out what was and what was not on the wall the previous night. Over and over again, he contradicted himself, and several times he just blatently lied. I started to get angry. Pretty angry. Everything was settled to a point or finished I should say. What's happening with the report, who knows. I'll just leave this alone for the time being. My parents left, and Rick helped me take the sofa to the van and then took off. I stayed and cleaned up completely. It took me a little while, but i managed to finish and leave my studio absolutely empty. Which was to say the least depressing as I walked out. As I was leaving he stopped me and said kind of buddy like "Thanks Jonathan." I said nothing but I'm sure the expression on my face was obvious. I believe it was something like; Go to hell you fucking asshole. I'm sure he picked up on that cause he quickly turned and left me alone. I went to my grandmas house afterwards then to my moms shop then home. I could think of nothing to do. Usually if it's late at night, I'll head to my studio for the hell of it even if I don't think I'll paint, It was just great to go whenever I wanted. Now, I don't know what the hell to do. So I'm just going to start cleaning my small room for entertainment. That or pace