Live, Die, Repeat

Have you viewed the flick, "Edge of Tomorrow," yet? Live, die, repeat. I really didn't want to bring up Chaos Manor (read: psychotic rental housing), but the stupidity has gone far beyond what I expected. When I returned from my visit to Hawai'i Kai this afternoon, I noticed that landlord's husband's truck parked on the rock pile in my usual spot. Not to worry, I have assumed the chick's space ever since she moved out. The "chef" was there as well since he is on vacation. Upon entering the dump, I observed Tom, confirmed drunkard, talking to his best buddy, the "chef." Yeah, he's back. Live, die, repeat.

Typical Unrehabilitated Hotties

The landlord and the landlord's husband both vehemently stated that Tom, confirmed drunkard, would never set foot on the property again. That was two days ago. Now, Tom is back. It's like he never left. No surprise. I seriously doubted that he would make one week in the Salvation Army rehabilitation program. And, obviously he didn't even last that long. Live, die, repeat.

The heatwave has worsened. So has the humidity. Add in the vog for a completely untenable situation. Add Tom, confirmed drunkard, to the mix and ... who knows what will happen? I certainly don't know. The landlord's husband chastised Tom about something. Will he be moving back into the dump? We'll soon find out.

Chaos Manor Mini-Update®
Tom, questionable drunkard, may have stopped by the dump for the sole purpose of retrieving his dilapidated vehicle. He may still be enrolled in the rehabilitation program.