This morning there was an early knock on the door. It was the artist formerly named Raven (the homeless dude I sometimes talk about). I let him in and went upstairs to get dressed. He helped himself to Ben’s chicken nuggets which set Ben off. Raven/Rick/Ricky is going by the alias River now. He had six months of mail here that I let him go through. All the while he complained that there were different names on everything. He wouldn’t hear it that he has been creating that problem himself. Ben needed a diaper and a bath so I asked him politely to leave. He didn’t honor that request so I yelled at him to get the fuck out. He understood that, but once he was out of the house he yelled back that I had done this to Jesus, but Jesus doesn’t steal food from children. What a way to start the day.
Today was also my mom’s 80th birthday party. Stephanie drove William, Alex, Ben, and me there. It was pretty low key and I got to see people that I hadn’t in years. Ben opened a piano that couldn’t be closed and started freaking out. Stephanie left with Alex and a meltdown of Ben. I said my goodbyes and Angel drove me home too. Stephanie left shortly after I got here. It is just Alex, Ben, and me again. I am the most dysregulated of the three of us. At least I’m not bored.
Latter Day Sinner 