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Now, I’d be a liar if I didn’t first and foremost admit that I’ve had a bird’s eye view to some pretty messed up lifestyles and behaviors, often participating in all its capacity. And I can say that I’ve watched countless episodes of Intervention that left me both inspired and slightly scared and terrified. But nothing in this life really prepared me for how gut wrenching and heart shattering it is to have a front row seat to the slow demise of watching the man you low throw his life away bit by bit just in an attempt to relive his ‘younger glory days’. I’m powerless to help him anymore. And frankly, the drive to help him has long faded after being rejected, disrespected, fucked off and ignored time and time again. Its just a matter of time until he’s back in prison. And I can say with unwavering confidence that he’ll get no support from me whatsoever after he so ridiculously screwed me over the last time I ran myself into absolute nothingness just to try and keep him comfortable and well stocked during his last jail trip, only to find out he was also playing his boss who was also keeping him well supplied. Watching someone present their current lifestyle arrangements with pride as you look around at a dwelling that looks just short of being in foreclosure and/or condemned and could easily be the next back drop for the second breaking bad movie, should it ever be made, makes you just want to shake him until he snaps back into reality. Sprinkling glitter on dog shit doesn’t mean you have bling…. you just have shiny shit. Get it???? Hello! You used to be so clean, organized, held company with decent people and now you seem blind to the tweaker notes taped to your front door like some handicapped baboon felt the urge to tell everyone with unskilled artistry and a sharpie (seriously how much traffic does your house get if you or whomever felt it was necessary to sketch such a crude note about the pets not getting out…?) And how does he not smell the harsh acidic cat piss smell? The vacuums are seemingly moved around place to place like some fucked off musical chairs game but clearly are never actually turned on. When did you become so blind you don’t notice how run down the front yard looks? Stripping down a bmw in the garage isn’t concerning for you…?! Do you miss prison that much?!? And when did it become ok for others to disrespect you by blowing your phone up at ridiculous hours when you already have to be up for work at 4:30am… they don’t respect you on any level. Hell, why would they? They don’t have jobs to be up for…. I just want to shake him back into reality!!?!

Fuck I miss the man I once loved so much I felt so much pride, honor and respect to tattoo his name next to my heart. Now…..I want to rip the skin baring such an embarrassing reminder of the empty shell of a man that now exists off with my bare nails to be rid of such toxic waste.