Well this is day 100 and something, I lost count a long time ago when my days so conveniently started to mesh together. Probably to prevent any sort of panic on my part, when I attempt to retrace the days. I am in rehab, and although I do have to be here some of the things that go on just aren't ...well sane. This is a crazy way to live, 40 men in a house , 40 crazy men and no way to relieve stress other then "sharing your feelings", which needless to say doesn't come natural for us men.
I will change names to prevent any confidentiality conflict, and bring you up to date on the current goings on in the house. As of right now we will make Jerry the topic of discussion. Let me tell you about Jerry. Jerry is crazy, and I don't mean the cool kind of crazy, I mean the type of crazy that makes you wonder "how on earth has this person survived this long in the human race, he must be a mutant, he must have lived in a cave or in an alley (bingo!) for his entire 40 years on this planet". Jerry causes a lot of anger and confusion to come out amongst the other (family members), he does things that no human being, even animal, should ever do. Just the other day Jerry came strolling out of the shower buck naked down the halls, now to most of the parolee family members this is no big deal, not when you have been to prison and poop in front of people while they eat their ramen noodles on their bed less then a foot away from the spoon that is entering your "cellies" mouth, but to me this is repulsive. But the nakedness wasn't even the worst part, whats the worst part you may ask? let me tell you...
Jerry proceeded to move around the house and ask family members for any powder or cream he may be able to borrow for whatever godforsaken rash he has between his legs. When he came knocking on my door I couldn't help but look down and realize that the man was pant less, not just pant less but had on socks and dress shoes, so there was some attempt there to dress himself. Maybe, i thought, he got the socks and shoes on and then realized , while tying his shoes, that he had a rash between his legs. Which then exudes the question why on earth had Jerry put on dress shoes before his pants? No sane answer is avaialbe for such caveman-like actions.
See Jerry is the type of guy that does this stuff to get under others skin, he wants a rise, he wants attention, and Jerry loves it when he gets that attention. Jerry never got his powder or cream , all Jerry got was a barrage of slanderous terms not suitable for this blog.
Jerry I am sure will be the topic of discussion for quite a few days, I have much more to tell about the bullfrog Jerry , and his antics that cease to amaze even the most traveled of humans.
Until Tomorrow...keep your heads up, life isn't as bad as mine right now.
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