Stupidity, LLC

The ridiculous drama at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) continued on Friday. When I returned to the dump from my usual Hawai'i Kai visit at 4:30pm, I was given a new key to the front door by the landlord's husband. Granted, the lock had to be replaced anyway because of numerous malfunctions. However, no key was given to Tom, the drunkard.

Later, the "chef" offered more details, but I can hardly take anything he says as being truthful. Supposedly, the landlord wants to evict Tom. Yeah, right. I would really be surprised to see that happen. I am certain that Tom will have a copy of the new key soon. He's not going anywhere. Soon, he'll have more homeless guys coming over to guzzle cheap booze with him. Everything will return to the dysfunctional "normal."

The "chef" also acted as if he was disgusted with Tom, the drunkard. Yet, on Saturday afternoon, he and Tom appeared to be best buddies. The "chef" cannot be trusted. No telling what kind of lies that he's being telling the landlord. The fool is playing a dangerous game, attempting be allied to all parties. People get killed for such treachery.

The "chef" also confirmed that he has promoted his "fuck buddy" to "squeeze" status. One would think that he would be ready for both of them to move into a "love nest" of their own. Unfortunately, the guy is an idiot. In about a month or so, he will "fuck up" again. That's when his "squeeze" will see through the lies and deception. Same ol' shit. As I said, everything will return to the dysfunctional "normal."

A large part of the problem is the landlord. Slob Manor has been totally neglected. The house rules have never been codified. So, the tenants run amuck. There's no question in my mind that a large rent increase is overdue. Property values, hence property taxes, have gone up. Utilities have increased rates by nearly 33 percent. The "writing is on the wall."

Slob Manor Mini-Update®
The landlord capitulaled to Tom, the drunkard, sometime on Saturday. He now has a copy of the new front door key. Too predictable, eh? How long before the drunken fool brings home another derelict off the streets just to have a buddy to guzzle cheap booze with? One month? One week? Tomorrow?

Homeless Buddy Mini-Update®
A friend of the homeless buddy disclosed to me that the true purpose of the latter's chemotherapy treatment is colon cancer. I had suspected as much. Why did my homeless buddy attempt to bamboozle me with nonsense about a viral infection?