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You know, I just don't get it.

How in the world am I supposed to positive when things I see aren't positive? To be honest, I'm sick and tired of it all.

I'm sick of Dave bad-mouthing my brother all because he hasn't been here for a few days. OK, so maybe he hasn't been here like he should, but that still doesn't mean this son-of-a-b***h can walk around talkin' s**t behind my brother's back.

I'm sick of arguing with my mother over stupid-a** retarded s**t. Every single thing that I do or don't do, she goes and throws a ******** fit about it.

So, you know what I'm going to do?

As soon as I land this job I got for me over at Mrs. E's over at KU and be there for a few months, I'm saving up to go get myself a place far away from this ******** death-trap called "610 Lyon Street".

My mother has told me the biggest lie I ever been told in my entire life when she said we were going to live a better life.

Yeah, right...

Nowadays, according to Dave, everything has to revolve around what he says.

It's his way.
Everything he says is right.
He's never wrong.
He's the bigger man of the house.
He's the real "breadwinner".
Everyone should be able to work if they can function, according to him.

Then if this is the case, then I hereby nominate David Ellis Mitchem for President of the United States of America. He'll be the right kinda guy you can trust, he won't do anything wrong, he's not gonna extort money for personal profit, he's not gonna go to war for some needless cause, he won't accept a b*****b from some make-up splattered cow (AKA his secretary), he'll put everyone to work, he'll create millions of jobs for all of us jobless lazy people...

All in all, he'll do everything by the book.

Because it's his way.

Either that, or he'll have you arrested for not being able to have a job.

Because he's David Ellis Mitchem.

I am sick and tired of this washed-up country hick ******** farm boy so much, that I just want to take a bat and wrap it around his lower jaw a few times; see if I can adjust that country accent of his, maybe even straighten out that fat ugly nose of his.

But, to be honest, there's another method I have for dealing with this shithead. It's called ignoring him, not acknowledging his presence when he's right there. You know what I'm sayin'?

But then again, some of you that don't know me are just going to be like, "WTF is this guy talking about?"

If you did know me, you would know why I feel this way.

And that's all I'm gonna say... I am just way too pissed to continue.