Not about my mom!
So i come home last night. After my mom let me go see my girl friend for an hour. I walk in and there is someone moving around in my house. and i think its my mom so i walk in the ketchen and there is this guy with no shirt on fixing toccos. I grab the hammer and ready myself to swing and ask him what he is doing. he turns around and is like whats up man and keeps doing what he is doing... Its the guy that lives next to me's brother. *I know this guy has some real bad problems and i dont think anyone is in danger. so i ask him if my mom knows he is in my house. and he looks at me very confused and says ...Your mom? and i said yeah. and he says .. wait. this is your house. this aint my brothers house... *i think he was on somthing and i dont think his is all there* Me: yeah man this is my house. He flips out and says I was fixing fucking toccos in your house. shit. man fuck. my bad dog! *spazzes out alittle* shit man. damn! I put them hammer down. cuzz it didnt feel like he was lieing. he really thought he was in his brothers house. so I told him to take the tocco, and get out befor my mom finds out and flips out on causes a whole lot of problems that dont need to be cause at this time. so he walks out. kinda taking a look around and realizing it realy wasnt his brothers house. and leaves with his toccos..I walk upstairs to tell my mom and she says go down stares and clean the kicten up! ...Ok mom. I havent told my mom cuzz i know she is gonna flip. I am going to tell her though. just later today.