The old people in my apt are outta control. I'm tired of it. Like, I wanna be respectful but they don't deserve it. This one woman backed into us at 2 mph and tried to blame us. As if we weren't sitting in the parked car at the time. Tried to calm my girl down but she wanted to slap this old woman.

Anyway, tonight, old Dick Gregory took my clothes out of the wash. The machine was on. I walked up to get more clothes, this crusty put my wet shit on the counter. Like that's how itworks. I said um... I had clothes in there. He tried to gimme that Game of Thrones half ass aphasia. I know you can talk, Dick Gregory. You don't fool me. Wit your milky eye. Tell tale heart mutha... I let him finish his wash.

I came back down and opened his dryer tho. Hope his shit mildew right up.

It cant be just me goin to hell.

Da bayball, babeh. (c) Charlie Kelly.