15st in Hey, buddy, got a light?

My grandma still has a lot of stuff left over from her second husband in this house. A lot.
She definitely grieved when my grandfather died, and I figure her moving on relatively quick as she did was for the best. You see more pictures of J here than pictures of my grandfather, R.
Her dog is so retarded. Do you remember when I was house sitting for her a while back; basically just to keep an eye on the retarded dog?
I’ve always liked dogs, but I think it was the obligation I “had” to be here for a goddamn week in this house with no cable or internet (at the time), that made me resent it.
It’s always in the way, too, trying to make me trip over him or some shit.
Haha, yeah, I’m still here and not in my own house, but to dad’s credit mom says he’s getting better! I guess doing jack shit and having your wife pay the bills in a house you forced her out of will do that for a fella!
Apparently he wants to have lunch with her, my brother and I where he can apologize. I don’t foresee this happening any time soon, though.
I miss my nice big bed there, I’m on a mattress barely bigger than twin sized here.
I don’t really want to be around my dad, though, like, it really wouldn’t matter to me if I ever saw him again, either. Dude did not see fit to bat a lash when we left the house but now after a few months of muh “loneliness” and “getting better”, he’s seen the light.
Crybaby spent his whole life yelling at me til he was red about how a man does this and a man has to do that and what’d he do the whole time? Smoke the shit beneath the sink.
I just wanted to say hi and let you guys know I wanted to say hi.
I love you an shit.