Tim is my other half’s nephew… He’s 48 years old, and come to us from North Carolina. That’s him in the front of the picture: ‘Mr. Know-it-all!’ I’m the guy sitting in the background with the big top hat and a scowl on my face!
Have you ever met someone, who, no matter how solid an argument you present about something, they always, always say they’re right, and you’re wrong? Well, it’s not mouthing the words, but it is saying you are a Moron, and I am a Genius! After a while it begins to infuriate me, because he humiliates me, because he keeps telling me to calm down, while he blats his pontificates from now to Dooms Day!
I just asked a simple question to which I required a simple answer: ‘Around when did everyone start bombing The Middle East?’ But no! He has to go on, and on, and on, and on… When will the world blow itself up? He’s happy about it! I’m not! Two hours later, I just wanna be left alone! I mean Cheeses! Are all you Americans blabber mouths? I certainly hope not. Just a sec. I have to let of some steam… *&^! ^%$ ^#@!#!! AND THAT’S THE END OF IT!!!
I don’t mean to bitch at you about it, but I gotta have someone to talk to… My friend Bonehead is away for two weeks, so it looks like you’re it! Two Dogs is coming over, so well practice some Beatles songs. Maybe that will cheer me up? The problem is, he’s suicidal, so there’s nothing I can do about it but try and help him through it.
He cuts himself too, to release the pain! We’ve got to get him into a Hospital to fully recover, but he just lost his girlfriend too, so you’ve got to feel for the guy! No surprise! She’s in Michigan, and he’s here, so she found someone else… How come Mr. Know-it all didn’t see that one coming? For all I know, this is all one big con game to keep his foot in the door. GRRRRRR!!