As a home inspector, we see all kinds of things. Trashed houses, million-dollar mansions, etc.
And the occassional crackhead.
The seller of a dilapitated house yesterday was one I was sure. Hey, I know my crackheads, I've seen COPS enough to pick out a nice white-trash crack addict. Oh, you know, she had one tooth in her mouth (at least she could still use her TOOTHbrush, her skin looked like diarrhea, she layed about watching divorce court, etc.
I could have been wrong, until I heard her and a neighbor that came for a visit chatting about how her crackdealer wouldn't give this waste-of-life any crack because she owed him a hundred bucks - I was under the porch, listened to their whole useless crackhead conversation.
I have no tolerance for garbage like this. Go kill yourselves, please. And don't bitch to me about your fucking addiction - An addiction like this is the sign of a selfish asshole fuckwad. Either go and quit, or just keep on firing up until your useless eyes fall out.
She had kids, too, all the more heartbreaking - 3 boys as it turned out. They weren't home at the time or I would have piled them into my work van and driven them off. I heard they were 18, 16, and 12. Certainly all fucked up, not their fault, but surely to be not the best society has to offer.
There was a light switch in the basement that was tied into an outlet with a broken smoke alarm; when I turned on the switch the alarm would beep beep beep. Kinda loud but nothing major. Crackwhore flipped out upstairs "Oh my God, what's he doing? He's running the smoke alarm! What the hell is that?!" and so on, crack gibberish so I turned it off......and after about ten seconds, in need of a good giggle, I flipped the switch again.
Oh come on, it was funny. And not cruel in the least, I only did it twice more after that.
Again, no tolerance. Addictions are selfish (and weak). And especially a low-rent addiction like crack, I mean get a real hobby like booze or pot, because congratulations lady, you've not only destroyed your own useless life, but your entire family's as well.
And you better be careful or I'll flip that switch again.
4 comments:
unfortunately we seem to fall into this concept - the idea that adults aren't just big kids.
you say:
She had kids, too, all the more heartbreaking - 3 boys as it turned out. They weren't home at the time or I would have piled them into my work van and driven them off. I heard they were 18, 16, and 12. Certainly all fucked up, not their fault, but surely to be not the best society has to offer."
it's not their fault because they have fucked up parents. but what do you think the mother is a product of?
most likely in a few years you'll be under the house of these deliquent sons cursing their selfishness too, because all of a sudden you'll perceive them as adults and a different set of rules will arbitrarily apply.
It's a shame you couldn't have fixed the circuit for the smoke alarm so that it wouldn't turn off. That would have really messed her up.
Rob
Rob,
I was tempted.
When I lived in Manhattan, I always had crackheads smoking in my doorway. They would never cause any trouble though; they just wanted to be left alone to ruin their lives.
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