I am seriously fucking well PISSED off with my old man.
I woke up, whilst microwaving my brekky, a bowl of shiitake and fly agaric/peppery boletus/birdseye pepper,tabasco sauce, served with a load of egg fried rice, soy sauced.
Asked him for a smoke, politely, just asked if I could pinch a fag off him, I do sometimes, never more than a measly two lonesome fags a day, so he goes and throws it at me, starts ranting at me for being 'out of my face'. which he has no evidence to back it up with. Starts bitching and mouthing off, being a proper A* grade cunt, only lacking the warmth, depth and general use to humanity.
So I have to take painkillers, and I like to do my psychedelics. I never let my usage impact negatively on him or anyone else, I just like to get my creative juices flowing, boost my intellect, tease out my arty autie side and get creative.
Fucking neurotypical sack of pestilential nigger shit throws a smoke at me, and I get more abuse for the hideous 'crime' of asking him nicely not to throw the smoke at me, and almost land it in my breakfast, has a go at me for making a cup of tea.
I've been using my psychs, pain meds etc, to give me a boost of stamina and creative energy, been tidying, cleaning, cooking, sharing my recipes, testing out new dishes on him. Only to recieve a furious rant and tirade of abuse in return.
Ended up losing it with the old cunt really, just cut loose and let him know he is a complete fucking twat, cunt who generally speaking, needs to go and fuck himself.
What did I do to earn all that ? he is just being so prejudiced against my use of all my various psychopharmaceutical (prescription, required for my severe leg and hip/joint pain) and psychedelic creations.
Bastardlyshiteing fuckwit-tarded unclefucker needs to get a chill pill stuffed up his arsehole. And a generous helping of bitchslappery.
And when I ask him to leave the milk out so I can have a cup of cold milk from the fridge to wash down all that capsaicin-y spiced deliciousness.
If it were not for the big shot of morphine, oxy and a couple hundred milligrams of chlormethiazole down the hatch when I went to pick my meds up, having to walk, in pain to the doc surgery and then the pharmacy to cash the scrips in, I could have bloody lamped him one.
