Friday, April 08, 2005
the house is getting creepier
i am no fool.
it's not like i've been ignorant the past seven months. it's not like it comes as a real shocker, although surely the whole thing becomes les and less subtle lately—especially since around three months ago.
my appreciation towards him has been next to zero ever since he lives with us, for some obvious and not-so-obvious reasons. redneck attitude, obscene and coarse choices of words, sorry-ass job, pathetic life story and, well, his life in general.
to be honest i feel sorry for him, at the end.
one of our first few, accidental and random conversations had him saying, "my wife was an alcoholic, emil. that's why we got divorced.
"i have a teenage son, probably turning 17 or 18 this year i can't remember. he's coming here to stay with me next year. i hope he'll like it. he never lived with me before, i left him when he was a toddler."
prolly two or three weeks after that conversation happened, he went home tipsy, approached me and asked, "guess what i did just now?"
"what?"
"we went to a strip club! my buddy pete just turned 19 today, so we celebrate it going to monty's!"
just for the record, tom, the guy that we're talking about here, is 42.
"yeah i like to drink wine once in a while. it's alright. i like beer better."
just for the record, he never runs out of corona, ever. our garbage bin is always full of bottles after bottles of beer, we even need a second bin every week or else it won't fit all.
"you know emil, sometimes people just want to take a crap on your face over and over again and they don't wipe their ass or nothin'. no. they just love the smell of the shit."
riiiiight.
sure, he's a nice guy. keeps the house clean. has a pair of talented hands—being a construction worker certainly comes in handy when he does some carpentry around the house: renovating, fixing and the like.
drinking often is one thing. huffing dope together in the garage is also one thing. we can't really complain for that.
being an alcoholic is another.
he really gives me the creeps lately with his demeanor. i thought it was bad enough that he goes to bed early (i'm talking around 8 and 9 pm here), and he's always out of it early in the evening—even afternoon. of course we always just ignore him, thinking it's none of our business.
one day he came home with a blank stare from his eyes, his body shivered hard, opened the door and yelled, "i'm so sexy!"
"you sexy, tom?" scott asked him back from the living room.
"yeah, i'm sexy!"
that's a two-in-one alright, right over there. followed by him cracking almost every muscle joint in his body, went back to his pseudo-bedroom admiring one of those cheap bikini calendar on his wall, me and scott could only exchange the look.
not too mention the one-too-many tackless comments he makes every time scott invites people for supper.
today, he snored loudly from the dining room. there he was, sleeping in a sitting position on the dining chair. the smell of alcohol was so pervasive i thought i had just missed out a kegger happening in the house. i went to the kitchen, trying to make noises as loud as possible so he'd wake up and go to his room. to no avail.
he kept snoring, moving back and forth, completely unconscious. i just stood there watching him. all of a sudden, he leaned forward too heavily, the chair rocked and he fell to the floor, passed out just like that. boom. glasses still intact, head above left hand, sleeping position on the floor, heavy breathe, his ass still sticked to the chair's bottom. i stood just a few inches away from him.
he was still unconscious.
i came back to my room and left him there.
just for the record, this is not the first time it happens.
later on the evening, scott told me, "he's moving out on may or june, so don't worry too much about it.
"i hope you don't feel uncomfortable or whatever when he's around, although it's okay if you do. i know it bothers me sometimes. he's a good guy, but it's hard when you're addicted to booze. i know a lot of my buddies who become addicted to work, and also a whole lot more who become an alcoholic.
"i know what you're thinking, it's just sad that he's like that at his age, but you know what it's like. he already has a place and everything. i just want you to feel safe."
at least i know he's not gonna stay here for too long.
i am no fool.
it's not like i've been ignorant the past seven months. it's not like it comes as a real shocker, although surely the whole thing becomes les and less subtle lately—especially since around three months ago.
my appreciation towards him has been next to zero ever since he lives with us, for some obvious and not-so-obvious reasons. redneck attitude, obscene and coarse choices of words, sorry-ass job, pathetic life story and, well, his life in general.
to be honest i feel sorry for him, at the end.
one of our first few, accidental and random conversations had him saying, "my wife was an alcoholic, emil. that's why we got divorced.
"i have a teenage son, probably turning 17 or 18 this year i can't remember. he's coming here to stay with me next year. i hope he'll like it. he never lived with me before, i left him when he was a toddler."
prolly two or three weeks after that conversation happened, he went home tipsy, approached me and asked, "guess what i did just now?"
"what?"
"we went to a strip club! my buddy pete just turned 19 today, so we celebrate it going to monty's!"
just for the record, tom, the guy that we're talking about here, is 42.
"yeah i like to drink wine once in a while. it's alright. i like beer better."
just for the record, he never runs out of corona, ever. our garbage bin is always full of bottles after bottles of beer, we even need a second bin every week or else it won't fit all.
"you know emil, sometimes people just want to take a crap on your face over and over again and they don't wipe their ass or nothin'. no. they just love the smell of the shit."
riiiiight.
sure, he's a nice guy. keeps the house clean. has a pair of talented hands—being a construction worker certainly comes in handy when he does some carpentry around the house: renovating, fixing and the like.
drinking often is one thing. huffing dope together in the garage is also one thing. we can't really complain for that.
being an alcoholic is another.
he really gives me the creeps lately with his demeanor. i thought it was bad enough that he goes to bed early (i'm talking around 8 and 9 pm here), and he's always out of it early in the evening—even afternoon. of course we always just ignore him, thinking it's none of our business.
one day he came home with a blank stare from his eyes, his body shivered hard, opened the door and yelled, "i'm so sexy!"
"you sexy, tom?" scott asked him back from the living room.
"yeah, i'm sexy!"
that's a two-in-one alright, right over there. followed by him cracking almost every muscle joint in his body, went back to his pseudo-bedroom admiring one of those cheap bikini calendar on his wall, me and scott could only exchange the look.
not too mention the one-too-many tackless comments he makes every time scott invites people for supper.
today, he snored loudly from the dining room. there he was, sleeping in a sitting position on the dining chair. the smell of alcohol was so pervasive i thought i had just missed out a kegger happening in the house. i went to the kitchen, trying to make noises as loud as possible so he'd wake up and go to his room. to no avail.
he kept snoring, moving back and forth, completely unconscious. i just stood there watching him. all of a sudden, he leaned forward too heavily, the chair rocked and he fell to the floor, passed out just like that. boom. glasses still intact, head above left hand, sleeping position on the floor, heavy breathe, his ass still sticked to the chair's bottom. i stood just a few inches away from him.
he was still unconscious.
i came back to my room and left him there.
just for the record, this is not the first time it happens.
later on the evening, scott told me, "he's moving out on may or june, so don't worry too much about it.
"i hope you don't feel uncomfortable or whatever when he's around, although it's okay if you do. i know it bothers me sometimes. he's a good guy, but it's hard when you're addicted to booze. i know a lot of my buddies who become addicted to work, and also a whole lot more who become an alcoholic.
"i know what you're thinking, it's just sad that he's like that at his age, but you know what it's like. he already has a place and everything. i just want you to feel safe."
at least i know he's not gonna stay here for too long.
