this week goes better than last week. Last Monday I accidently brushed my few teeth with Preperation H. I slobbered through breakfast. People sitting near me moved away.
Tuesday the elevator door shut on my leg. I pulled it out but my pants were pinched in the door. The elevator went down, along with my pants. Two old ladies with walkers came into the hall just then. They screamed. Doors opened and more people came out yelling and waving canes. I had to fight my way to my door. Got cane bruises all over me.
Wednesday. Woke up hung over from drinking JD Tuesday night. Mistook jar of cracked black pepper for coffee and made a pot. Drank it anyway.
Thursday. Spent the day on the crapper.
Friday. Did laundry. Was emptying washer and was holding up ladies underwear, wondering who threw it into the washer on top of my stuff. Just then a woman showed up with two guys. She was yelling ''There he is. That's the pervert. Git him Cletus''. Cletus pinned me against the wall with his hoveround and the other guy kept trying to spear me with his crutch.
Saturday. Woke up hung over again. This time I had made coffee the night before. spent the day in the recliner sleeping through movies.
Sunday. Nothing much happens on Sunday. The building is kind of deserted on sundays. Everyone is in church in the morning, at dinner in the afternoons. I can stroll about without getting swore at or beat on that day.
now it's a new week. Oh, S**T.
Tuesday the elevator door shut on my leg. I pulled it out but my pants were pinched in the door. The elevator went down, along with my pants. Two old ladies with walkers came into the hall just then. They screamed. Doors opened and more people came out yelling and waving canes. I had to fight my way to my door. Got cane bruises all over me.
Wednesday. Woke up hung over from drinking JD Tuesday night. Mistook jar of cracked black pepper for coffee and made a pot. Drank it anyway.
Thursday. Spent the day on the crapper.
Friday. Did laundry. Was emptying washer and was holding up ladies underwear, wondering who threw it into the washer on top of my stuff. Just then a woman showed up with two guys. She was yelling ''There he is. That's the pervert. Git him Cletus''. Cletus pinned me against the wall with his hoveround and the other guy kept trying to spear me with his crutch.
Saturday. Woke up hung over again. This time I had made coffee the night before. spent the day in the recliner sleeping through movies.
Sunday. Nothing much happens on Sunday. The building is kind of deserted on sundays. Everyone is in church in the morning, at dinner in the afternoons. I can stroll about without getting swore at or beat on that day.
now it's a new week. Oh, S**T.
