The Nest

Interesting afternoon. Aldon, old guy with all kinds of problems, decided to get in my face while I was on the phone with Bob. After the call I politely approached him to ask him to Never interrupt me when I am on the phone, unless it is an emergency. He called me a couple of names in German, and it ended with "puto". I said, "That's your mother", and started to walk away. He starts ranting and raving and trying to get in my face. I backed up and suggested he let it drop. He continues to rant so I tell him, "Walk away old man, or I will end this now." He walked.

I am embarrassed for having let it escalate. I feel bad for the friends I have that had to see me in that place.

I speak the truth that I visualized bashing that old man's head against a wall. Then kicking him when he was down. He disrespected my friend Bob, and disrespected me. For no reason. Bah!!

Maria is leaving tonight, and that's a sadness. As bad as I am, she is worse. She has an issue with cutting. Herself. It gives her pleasure. She is hurting inside, and she got no help here.

There is a theme here!