god_knows raze every time i see him watering our lawn through the peephole it makes my skin crawl. it's like he's saying, "you might live here, but this will never be your home. i can throw you out on the street any time i want." god knows he's tried. he's trying again right now. but we'll go on fighting until we're dead. and he'll be gone long before we are. i keep hoping something bad will happen to him. some unspeakable event that either rewires his ugly heart or erases him from the map of my life. i don't like thinking that way. but sometimes hate isn't too strong a word for what someone makes you feel. and i think it's the right one here. 220916 what's it to you? who go blather from