I agree with you 100% here.
It is essentially like playing with a retarded child
Nah, not a retarded child. I know you don't mean that.
He reminds of this bum that use to hang out in my neighborhood. Fucking drug addict and wino. Always begging for money, talking to himself and swearing, scaring kids, he'd piss in public, spit all the time, go through the trash, eat garbage with his mouth open.
I use to tell him to get out of here. He was stinking up the place. Bringing the neighborhood down. I really hated it when school would let out and the kids had to walk by him because he always sat around at the corner market leering at them and swearing to himself and spitting all over the fucking place. That's when I started harassing him. I'd do little shit like buy a drink and then when I was done I'd dump the ice on him. I'd blow my nose and then throw the tissue on him. Sometimes I'd just spit on him. When he saw me he'd try to walk away but I would give him a swift kick in the ass. I always carried this rope in my truck so that when I saw him I'd throw it at him and tell him to hang himself. One time he stood up to me and told me I can't tell him what to do and why I keep fucking with him. I told him he was a piece of trash and then picked him up and threw him in the dumpster. He tried to report it but all his "witnesses" said they didn't see shit. If I ever caught him pissing in public... lets just say that the last time I caught him he started running away with his dick hanging out pissing all over himself.
He'd keep reporting me to the cops but they'd just turned a blind eye because he was a piece of shit. One time he was laying on the middle of the ground sleeping and I just walked all over him. Literally stepping all over his sorry ass. A cop I knew was coming out of the market but he just looked away and started shaking his head stifling a laugh. The wife of the store owner, and old Asian woman that helps run the market, came out and yelled to the cop, "He's doing God's work. I bless him everyday and pray to God for him."
That almost brought a tear to my eye so I grounded my foot a little more into the bum's gut in divine gratitude.
Eventually, that embolden the kids and they started hassling him too. Throwing shit at him. Calling him names. Telling him to go somewhere else because he was "stinking up the place." (They got that from me
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This was an unforeseen blessing that I didn't predict. It warmed my heart to see others now step up and not put up with all the shit that goes on in life that people are too afraid to do anything about.
Anyway, he doesn't come around anymore. People, especially the store owner, thank me all the time. If you had kids you'd understand. You want your little girl to even have to see a piece of shit like that when she's just trying to walk home from school?
Anyway, that's how I see slacker. Just a shit talking fraud and phony that feels he always has to brag about himself and make claims that he never backs up and is just a little punk ass piece of shit that stinks up the place. So whenever I'm around and see him I just bitch slap him like the little girly punk that he is. He knows that and that's why he's afraid of me and why he keep sending me PMs telling me to leave him alone and just let it go. That just amuses me more. Especially when he says, "Bet you can't do it?" I mean, fuck, this is a guy in his thirties. How lame is that? "I bet you can't do it." LOL! Got that slays me!
