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So the other night, 

Just before midnight,

The door to my room flew open

And my housemate was 

At the threshold screaming at me. 

He called me and cussed me out 

for making noise. 

Screaming. Shaking. 

Out of control. 

Trouble is, I was asleep in my bed. 

I told him so. And his response was 

“No you weren’t!” 

*blink*blink*what?*blink*

I told the owner of the house. 

She said .”Ummm …well… 

I wasn’t there. Rough stuff. 

But I can’t say. I don’t know.”

So I answered back to her-

It’s like saying there are good people 

On both sides of Charlottesville. 

The KKK and Neo Nazis 

have good people too. 

I’m sure my screaming housemate 

is a “good person”. 

But I’m also sure of what happened 

At midnight. 

My word against his. 

But she didn’t back me. 

So I looked for options. 

Move out? 

Yes. But I’m not ready to do it 

In the next 90 days. 

This condo was going for $10,000

Just a few years ago. 

Even modest housing is

Quarter of a Million. 

When prices drop $10k in one day,

 you know it’s an inflated market. 

I guess that’s from Californians 

Moving here. Let’s hope it turns Texas blue. 

But without the crazy rules. 

So i got some cameras to put up in my room. 

So. As unbelievable as it is 

To have a fucked up angry drunk

Screaming “You’re crazy!” And 

You god damn fucking crazy bitch!”

Trying to get in my room

At midnight-

Now the housemate doesn’t believe me. 

Time to move. 

I won’t live like this. 

It’s like not believing a rape victim. 

What were you wearing? 

How much had you been drinking? 

Our society likes to blame the victim 

And elevate the good ole boys. 

Run down crap in the 

NeighborHood. 

After COVID and the economy,

People need to be in a good spot 

before chaos hits. 

Oh how nice. 

One of the Nurses left me some hair. 

So where do you draw the lines?

How do we decide what we will take

And what we would never tolerate?