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.... okay, so right now I am super angry and simmering like a yucky stew. We have a friend staying with us, a man. He's an okay dude, but he asks to borrow money a lot. He does pay it back but he's been out of work for awhile now. However, yesterday, he borrowed money without asking and claimed he asked me. No, he did not. Not even a little bit. He must not have expected my mom to call and check my card to see how much I had left because she called and he had panic in his voice when she told him. Then he acted fake for awhile, talking bad about others and making himself seem like a saint. Anyway, he did find a way to make sure we got the money back.

See, there's a snow storm coming. We need bread, milk and butter to get us through. He had the nerve to ask today if he could borrow the ten he took and gave back. I said, how are you paying it back? He said he had a hundred and sixty dollars coming. I was like how? and he just said I'm Derrick, baby. That's finee and dandy but if I had known the source of which he was getting the money back, I would have said no. See, I'm too nice. Way too nice and I let him borrow the money.

I figured when he came home from work tonight, it would be back with him. No, see he works with our landlord and our landlord rips him off. Doesn't pay him. If I had known this was how he was getting money supposedly, I would have said no. Now we're waiting for this supposed money to come through. Who the fuck asks to borrow your last ten dollars with no for sure way to pay it back? Especially knowing you're going to get ripped off like you always do? The more I'm around him, the more he starts to get on my nerves and I dislike him. And I'll have you know, I happen to find something to like about everyone. I tolerate and love people who people really dislike and we have a couple of those in our life.

Here's the kicker. I don't judge. I love everyone. I do and I hold no one's past against them. However, this guy was on drugs for like five years. Heroin. He's been clean for two years. He begged my mom and cried to her that he couldn't live at his brother's because of the drugs. Mom didn't consult me, she never does when people stay with us. She promised me this time no one would. Basically, it boils down to this. I think this guy is on drugs again and he's freaking staying with us.

See, I would say this is impossible but he stayed at his brother's for like two weeks straight, when he couldn't stand being over there because of all the drugs. Then he comes back here out of the blue and he's staying with us again. Everyone he's borrowed the money now, he has nothing to show for it. Nothing. Just disappears for a little while and comes back. Always wears long sleeves. (It's winter, so yeaah, not the best) He's addicted to cigarettes like us and doesn't buy cigarettes, because he smokes ours. So, what the heck was he doing with the money? Now I've got scenarios running around in my head where I don't want him here because I'm afraid to go to an appointment and come home to find my laptop missing or our money cards come up missing. Or worse yet, he knows we get packages all the time.

He needs to go. My brother already said he had to because of my new niece coming into the world, which means he sees mom as a babysitter already. There's a lot of other things besides this, like the food situation and everything going really fast because he over uses and I'm really not trying to judge but I am angry, and I want him gone and I felt so much more comfortable when he wasn't here. Just something about him rubs me the wrong way. The longer I'm around him, the more I notice and the more I don't like.


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*headdesk.* I feel a little crappy for making this entry, but I had to vent.