Another Near-Death Experience

I was heading back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) from the bus stop at 3:15pm this afternoon upon returning from town. I walked on the sidewalk, facing the on-coming highway traffic. My mind was preoccupied with other nonsense, which I will detail later. About ten feet away from the driveway to the dump, an automobile suddenly swerved and jumped the curb onto the sidewalk. It slammed into the cinder block wall flanking the driveway and left a huge gaping hole. Thankfully, the vehicle was stopped by the wall. If it had skidded three more feet, I would not be alive now to compose the "blog." Or, I would have been critically maimed.

When the dust literally settled, I espied Tom, the drunkard, in the driver's seat. He backed up the vehicle and inched it into the driveway. When Tom, the drunkard, exited his vehicle, he displayed obvious signs of being totally inebriated on cheap booze. Slurring his words, he attempted to blame the "accident" on faulty brakes. He probably was not totally cognizant of the circumstances that nearly caused my demise.

A few minutes later, Tom, the drunkard, came by my squalid room to apologize. I was in the process of more deep cleaning. He asked that the incident be kept a secret between us. Well, I am certainly not going to tell the landlord. I left that responsibility to him. The landlord would probably evict him, although he pays no rent. Sadly, the other tenants (myself included) are involuntarily subsidizing his rent.

Typical Preoccupied Hotties

As I stated previously, my mind was preoccupied with other nonsense. I had a short perusal of Cindy, the hottie gym trainer, at the gym. Unbeknownst to me, baby was apparently working out after completing the morning sessions with her clients. I was sitting on one of the chairs near the entrance as I always do before eventually exiting the gym. I happened to be chatting with a couple of the staff members when baby made her exit. To see her in her tight workout outfit is enough to cause the mind to snap. And, no, baby has not come around yet.

Then, I ran into my formerly-homeless buddy in the Bishop Square outdoor dining area near the bus stop. I mentioned that I have a tentative move-in date for the Chinatown dormitory on November 1st. We chatted about a few other topics, nothing worthy of mention.

Anyway, my mind was preoccupied mostly by visions of the alluring physical attributes of the hottie gym trainer when death nearly greeted me in open arms. The upcoming decision to move out of the dump may actually be adversely impacted by the actions of Tom, the drunkard. He is both a menace to himself and society-at-large. The simple fact is that Tom, in his perpetual drunken stupor, will end up killing some unwitting victim or himself. He will cause endless destruction property, his own as well as that of other people. As I have stated previously, I don't despise him. I just don't want to be his next victim.

Slob Manor Mini-Update®
There's no way that Tom, the drunkard, will be able to cover up his involvement in the "accident" that destroyed the cinder block wall. His vehicle sustained extensive damage along the entire right front fender. Once the landlord sees the damage to the vehicle, there will be little doubt about what really transpired.