Behind-the-wheel
Living dead










Damnit...imma have to get my mom outta livin with my sister and her husband.
She moved in with them thinking she was gonna be able to enjoy her retirement and see her grandkids my sister had with her husband.
Nope.
Spoke to her yesterday and them fools are draining her for every little thing and using her as a live-in babysitter.
Ole boy be out on the streets playin the field more than he's home...then wanna brag like hes "the man" when my moms doin all the "manly" stuff takin care of the house.
My sis workin being the breadwinner instead of this negro....and still leanin on my mom to fill in the gap.
My nephews don't have structure or a proper male figure in their life so they buckwild and can't keep a daycare spot.
My mom damn near make 80% as much as I do retired and she don't have money to enjoy herself cause she supporting my sister and her family.
fukk that...she comin to visit with me in the mountain house this spring. If she like it, she can stay.
It's time for her to enjoy her retirement and spend her money on herself.
shyt man...people don't fukkin change, I really hoped that my sis had gotten it together but she still doin the same mess as when we were kids.



shyt that pisses me off the most is that I never got hardly anything from my parents.
My fukkin siblings been given bmw cars, houses, clothes...all kinda shyt...for free!!!
But I've had to earn everything I've got or I've had to do without.
I know it puts me in a better position in life cause I ain't a slacker and don't depend on no one, but it fukkin pisses me off that I've had to struggle, eat garbage, sleep in my car, work two jobs at different points, work jobs I hated, sacrifice, sell my personal property at times and even steal shyt in order to make ends meet. Meanwhile, my siblings get the fukkin world handed to them on a plate.
I just ain't right...and it ain't fair.
But like I said before...when my parents die, them negroes are gonna be eatin the curb.
But it'll be just my fukkin luck my parents will leave the three of them negroes everything...cause of course they're always thinking "Oh, Behind-the-wheel doesn't need anything...he's strong...he's smart...he will be ok."
Sometimes I really feel like I should be colder than I am, but that's my moms.
Only get one of her...even if her thought process is fukked up.
So, Imma extend the invitation after she visits...and see what she decides to do.


