Two Fried Eggs - 03/07 January 2004 / part 3
Peek-A-Boo-Man just banged on my door and shouted at me to stop burning my 'incence' 'cos he can't stand no more, well, I can't stand any more of him, he reckons I'm stinking the place out. I ignored him but he's just made a big mistake. BIG. So I've put a notice on the notice board saying:-
Open Letter to Peek-A-Boo 4.1.04.
"If you don't stop scaring me I will be forced to obtain a legal injunction to prevent you from coming anywhere near me. I don't know what your problem is but I will not tolerate you banging on my door in the middle of the night and will phone the police immediately if that situation ever occurs again."
The fucking Knobhead is a proper title and too good for the little twat. In the bucket with you. I've been so out of my tiny mind or rather in and out of it both at the same time, fucking hell it's been a fucking good X-mass and New Year and even flirted with a couple of women. Had terrible mentalness coming back here alone most nights but nice talk one night with one of my good female friends and a few drinks and being able to talk about being lonely ('cos we both are) and do the problem shared is a problem halved bit for each other 'cos she's a great mate. She's a fucking diamond, oh yes. Okey dokey zippy I need to release some more of the Peek-A-Boo saga, After he'd done that I had to fucking torture the cunt, banged on the most resonating wall (a stoothing wall, or dividing wall to the kitch(en)) a certain number of times at intervals, banged and tapped around my ceiling (his floor) in a mentalist stylee. Oh no, they've called in the mental squad. I put music on quiet, then turned it up a bit, then down, then I started blasting it a few seconds at a time by twisting the volume control up and down rapidly and violently. Then I waited till he was asleep or daren't fucking move anymore and pinned the notice to the notice board. There's a big fire-extinguisher in the hall and I leant it at an angle on his door in such a way that when he opened it the F.E. would crash into his room and hopefully crush one of his fucking feet. He heard me come out of my room the next morning and waited on the stairs, he tried to, fried two, two fried eggs sir, toodle-pip old boy (in a Scottish Borders accent). He tried to say something and I held my palm out to him at arms length and said "Don't talk to me, I've informed the police (a lie) about you." I walked past him and went out the door, opened it again 'cos I knew he would still be stood there and said "You've just made a really BIG mistake." Saw him later on the street and he went into a shop to avoid me and it was a fucking Estate Agents, the fucking stupid cunt.
