if there isn't one thing that i hate is being disrespected; especially in my own house.

so there's this dude that used to live with us (for about six freakin' months). he never got along with my mother, timon hated his guts and the dude hated my cat. now, he's moved out and he comes over from time to time; he came last night. so, al, timon and i were chillin' in the living room and here comes this dude: you don't even say hi to me... blah, blah, blah... it took me alot not to curse the man out right in front of my dad. when you don't show me any respect and especially when you don't show my family respect, i ain't going to give you any.

he's a horrible influence on my dad. the same things that happened between him and his family is starting to happen to us. that's why he's working here in DC and his family is in jersey. he's crude and just plain stupid; he obviously does things that don't make any sense. i have never hated a person as much as i hate him. i know dad is so much smarter than that man could ever be. i don't know how to tell him, but i sure hope that he finds out before it's too late.