Naughty, naughty freeloaders! Oh, are they lucky I wasn’t up and that I wasn’t up in the afternoon and that they didn’t wake me up! They broke their Easter tradition and had company galore. I should’ve known better too, since things have changed around here from last Easter to this one.

In the middle of a dream involving Melanie, I woke up hot, sweaty and a bit congested. I had a little coughing and wheezing, although certainly nothing like what I’d have as a smoker. I went out to take a Benadryl and get a drink and asked Tom how they’d been. He said 6-8 kids, both white and black, from ages 10 on back, were playing ball. Also, there’d been very loud music in the last hour, but it wasn’t him. It was their company.

Tom told me I couldn’t do anything as far as beating up their company goes. No, but if I took care of him and her, that’d take care of the company. I also reminded Tom, no man’s gonna admit some chick beat them up. Then Tom said I was probably right, but that eventually, the odds would catch up to me, and I’d be in trouble. He’s so afraid of losing me. The only real danger I can see as being a possibility, if I went over to kick ass, would be someone whipping out a gun on me. It’s as likely that these freeloaders would have guns as it is that there’s a toilet over there. Guns and blacks go hand in hand. Even so, one of these days they’re gonna provoke me and piss me off while I’m wide awake, or they’re gonna wake me up, and I’m not gonna care about odds and risks. I have virtually no self-control when I get that pissed off. Especially when it’s by someone doing it deliberately. I know that if I don’t fight back when people start stepping on me, that’s telling them, “Yes, you can step all over me and I won’t do shit about it.” Tom still swears it’s not deliberate and that their company, who’s just as sick as they are, couldn’t care less and aren’t thinking of me or anyone else. That goes without saying, but if I were that bitch and if I cared about someone other than myself, I’d have a little chat with my company. It’s her responsibility to curb her company’s rudeness and selfishness.

Well, given the slim chance that I don’t blow and do something to them while I’m here, I am gonna give them what’s coming to them after we’ve moved. There’s no way I’m gonna just let them get away with this. They are gonna pay somehow and hopefully, this will prevent some other unfortunate person who may move in here after we leave from having to go through what we did, cuz the freeloaders will remember me.

Meanwhile, Tom’s gonna call the mayor’s office today, which I still say will do no good. He says the mayor’s into real estate and sold this house to David. Then he went on to say how the mayor would be helpful to us cuz he wouldn’t want Tom to call the TV people to tell them how useless he was, etc.

Later…

Just went out for my second banging spree, but as I forgot to say - when I first woke up, I wondered if it was God’s payback to me cuz I did succeed in waking them up after all. I don’t know, but there is some good in it. When I fell back asleep, I slept till midnight, so this greatly helps my schedule for California. They don’t normally raise hell two weekends in a row, but watch, during the time we’re gone, it’ll be nice and peaceful. No music, no ball games, no nothing.