Be Patient With Me

Well I went through February without a blog so I should probably give y'all an update, huh?

Yeah, I'm bad at this, but I'd like to think I have a good excuse this time.

Escape from Tarkov is a fun game...

...

Okay, not really. Well I mean yeah, it's fun, but that's not the reason for my silence.

To make a long, painful story short, we're cleaning out my uncle's house, who's been taken into hospice care. Cancer.

It's... been rough. And... well, not for the reasons you might assume. My uncle is... he's not a good man. No one in the family will be mourning him, not even his own daughter. Least of all myself or my mother. And while the details of events within the family are private, I am more than comfortable publicly saying two things; my mother didn't allow him to see me until I was in my teens, and the family has asked me to search through his computer for child porn.

Yeah.

So we've been tasked with cleaning out his house, and he was borderline hoarder. Well, scratch that; he was a hoarder, just not to the extreme many people imagine when they hear the term. We've easily moved 100 trash bags of stuff out, and we're not even done. The landlord is an asshole and is trying to force us to get it done as fast as possible because... well because he's a slumlord. The house is a fucking slum that should be condemned. The neighborhood is dirt poor. I take out a trash bag full of disgusting, grease-covered pots and pans and ten minutes later I see someone digging through it and taking some of it.

I just... this is where my free time has gone. Cleaning out the house of a man no one wants to acknowledge as part of the family and that I only ever saw one day a year (christmas). That's what I've been spending my days off on. That's what I've been stressing about during my free time. How can one man cause so many people so much trouble?

Get your affairs in order, people, because whatever you leave behind, someone else has to deal with. I can't even begin to describe this process to you. I can't stress to you enough what the stress of this is doing to my mother and other uncle who's helping. And on top of that, the other, other uncle (my grandmother had 13 fuckin kids) who refuses to help us. He's a real fuckin piece of work in his own right, the selfish prick.

Err... that one's off topic.

Anyway, sorry, I... well frankly I needed to vent. And to offer an explanation of where' I've been.

So... that's my life. Fucking. Kill. Me.

In Twidash news, I'm working on stuff. Be patient with me, yeah? Thanks.

Until next time,
Kodeake out