WHite Trash Is White Trash.

[i_want_2]

I finally calmed down enough to go to bed near 11 this morning, thinking it was safe that the worthless cunt that is Jiggaboo was passed out enough that he wouldn't be up for hours.

When I was cleaning up the mess Jiggaboo left on the porch cans-wise, I started looking for the rum he had earlier. Dad found it in Jiggaboo's SUV and I told him to dump the shit. He ignored me and put it 'up' for him to drink later.

Well, Jiggaboo got up, rummaged around for his fucking booze, found it easily, and finished it off. Apparently dad didn't know about it or didn't try to stop him. I'm so fucking pissed, I'm not going to risk decking the stupid son of a bitch to find out. I fucking told him, and he was too stupid and fucking greedy to listen. Now, Jiggaboo is still fucking wasted and passed out for a few more hours.

If he gets up before midnight, I am taking my frying pan to his face. I don't care if I kill him. I'm tired of this! This fucking ends tonight! Either he quits drinking, or one of us is out of here. I'm not letting my parents put me at risk anymore by letting him get away with this shit.