tikki

I wake up at 7:30 to the sound of someone hacking up a lung on my pourch and before I even open both eyes I know who it is.
My dads nephew or (my cousin if you will) is on the pourch chain smoking and just sitting there ....... just sitting there in cold morning air smoking.... suday fucking morning cold air while im ( or was ) asleep.
So i try and lay around and maybe pass out again.No dce I check my phone and I have a missed call already its from my moms sister I listen to the voicemail and she needs to come over and get my pressure washer. I guess this means i wasnt meant to sleep in this sunday. So by the time she gets to my house im brewing coffee and avoiding going out to the pourch to confort the guy on my pourch who i dont want there yet. Itll take about three cups before I can be awake enough to do so bytheby.So she comes in the front door with her husband and a cloud of smell and smoke and awful reekingness that fill my whiole house and almost makes me vomit intantly.
All this smell from one man and a lifetime of smoking. Last time he came by at this unholy hour on the holiest day he ewanted to borrow $10 in exchange for me holding onto his am/fm headphones. I know WTF. He basically become a charity case since he found out where my parents live which then led him to find my house which is close to his than theirs.So now that im trying to choke down cup 3 with three candles lit and spay in th air all to no effect im going to finish this blog and step outside to what can only be a great start to mothers day.