The beauty of living in Melrose Place is the wonderful array of colorful people who live here. Yes, I'm being sarcastic. I find most of these people insanely annoying and useless. One in particular, a newer resident, is a young'ish man-boy I refer to as "JoeJoe the Tattoo-faced Boy." He's 38 for cryin' out loud. He and his girlfriend moved in about six months ago. Oh, what a joyous day that was. I thought, when the day after he moved in he was arrested and actually incarcerated, that things were already starting to look up. Well, nothing lasts forever. Three months after he was locked up, he was released and he returned to the only home he had. Even though his prior length of residency here was less than 48 hours. His young girlfriend, bless her little heart, allowed him to move back in with her. What a sweetie. Yes, more sarcasm. He's an unemployed self-proclaimed tattoo "artist" who is tattooed all over - including his face and neck (ouch). He's a criminal and a junkie. Yes, that does mean he uses/abuses heroin. He refers to himself as a "recovering addict." Ummm, okay. Sure. If that makes him feel better and he thinks others are buying it.
Don't ask how I know things about him. It's irrelevant and I won't tell you.
Normally, I'm at work during the weekdays. Well, I happened to be home for part of a mid-week day. Boy, the things I miss. I got to witness a sampling of the fights that occur between JoeJoe (of course that's not his real name...although it may be close to it) and his girlfriend. Here's a little bit of what I got to witness (warning...foul language follows):
She yells at him for getting loaded, he denies it, she yells at him to get out, he jumps on his little bike, tucks his skateboard under his arm, and pedals away while yelling "FUCK YOU!!!" She then chases after him begging him not to go. "Please don't leave. I love you, JoeJoe!" He comes back, secretly happy that he has a place to keep his bicycle and skateboard so he doesn't have to stash them under a random bush where they will be stolen at some point down the road by a savvy hobo) and she cries and sobs about how sorry she is, secretly thinking that she has no self confidence whatsoever and this is all she deserves but still won this one. And on and on...
In the meantime, I'm secretly thinking that he is getting loaded again and will soon get re-arrested, violating the conditions of his parole, and he will get locked up for a long period of time. At which point, he will be evicted from Melrose Place (the manager said that will happen if there are any more problems over there) and I won't have to listen to anymore of their heinous, foul, repetitive arguments.
Also, I'm thinking that maybe the girlfriend will then have time to find some of that lost self confidence, pull herself together, find some inner strength and cut the loser from her life. Maybe she can learn to put some of that kind-heartedness where it will be truly beneficial to someone who really appreciates her sweet soul.
Okay...I'm hoping for this really hard. Maybe even out loud.
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