where to post this... It's related to the problem I'm having with "him" but it seems I can't take much more of ANYTHING without exploding.

I'm not a danger to myself, but it feels like I could be a danger to others! While outside cleaning up some of the crap that "he" has accumulated, that makes my place look like a pig stye on the outside, Art came over. We were talking and carrying on while he helped me move some heavy stuff. Well... ya'll remember that neighbor directly across the street that was always calling one authority or the other on me? He came over and told me to shut my fat mouth! Said he was sick of hearing me! One thing led to another and I told him to step right up and get a piece of this... pounding my chest while I'm at it! LOL I mean, I am READY to take this sucker on! Art, all the time is cussing under his breath but not taking much action. However, I can feel him tight as a drum, ready to jump in and put this idiot in his place! When I'd had enough screaming, I picked up my cell and said I was calling the cops. The drunken idiot ran back home as fast as his drunken feet would carry him. A few minutes later, he comes out, walks around the corner and checks out my address. I told Art what he was doing. He was making sure of my address to call the cops on ME! He did. They came. I told him I had been in a screaming match with the idiot across the street and told them to look in their records to see that this is the idiot's favorite pastime... to call the cops, fire dept, animal control, you name it and report me for figments of his drunken imagination.

I'm sitting here, wishing he'd come over and start it again so I can lay into him with my aluminum bat!! I've been waiting months to lace his legs, knees, nards, whatever with this bat!!

Tell you one thing! Jerry had better not show his sorry face around here in the next few days!!