Razors and other implements all over the place... the Gillette factory must be elated at the business. She admitted to falling into tears the second she opened the door... makes me want to tear Tim and Chris' spleens out through their nostrils. They spent the entire first night cleaning up things, airing out the place, steam cleaning the carpets, throwing away bedding and mattresses, etc. It was quite disheartening considering not more than a year before she and I had spent the summer painting the place, buying new furniture, appliances, etc to make it livable. Shows how much respect and appreciation the drug-using pieces of shit have for someone trying to help them. Never again.

Tim was called several times to come over to help packing the remainder of his items. He came over once for about an hour to pack a few boxes of books and smaller items then waved off claiming he "couldn't handle it anymore." Typical making someone else bear the responsibility for their fuck-ups. I hope he feels the shame of it til he blanches.

Chris called multiple times trying to butter mom up enough to have her change her mind about staying in the trailer. She told him to forget the trailer even existed, that if it meant so little to him to do drugs in her property after knowing the rules, that he had no right, nor was he welcome in the place again. Several comments about living on the street were made... who cares... be there til you straighten your crap out already.

Tim's stuff was boxed up and set out in the car port, covered, with him being told yet again to come and get it (still there even now)... shows how much importance personal possessions have. The closets were full of an odd assortment of items... old computers, typewriters, etc. I suspect so much, I don't even want to give voice to it anymore.

It is clear from the trackings through the trailer that more than just Tim was staying there. People were banging on the trailer door at 2am and beyond seeking Tim and some unknown woman... clearly several drug parties occurred here. Wouldn't be remotely beyond reason to consider that he was dealing directly from the trailer... he's done it since he was 16. The residuals and assorted items found would definitely explain it.

Mom gave Heather a key and hired her to come over and check the place every week. All the locks were changed, the boys were told to stay the HELL away from it. John Michael and Tony were not happy when they discovered what was going on there... I think John was ready to tear into the younger three, but Mom handled it.

Nick changed his mind about coming up north at the last minute and decided to stay down there in Bradenton. For some reason he feels obligated to watch over Christopher, because he is certain he will die (cough). He sold the corvette for about $4k and was seeking a job. Meanwhile he, Chris, and Tim found some cabin on some man's property (who is under disability for dialysis) that is allowing them to stay there. Odds on how long before they break the rules there and do drugs.

Tim is supposedly coming up to Pennsylvania to "see some friends" (cough) and then swing over to Ohio to visit (translation, hit up the old man for money). He was told he was welcome to visit us, but he was no longer going to be staying in the house, he could stay over at grandfather's.

I have been fielding telephone calls every other day with grandfather with him calling with sob stories about how uncomfortable the boys are and how miserable, and how they have made mistakes and have no money. I cautioned him for the umpteenth time about giving any of them money... as they always inadvertently choose to forget to disclose all of the facts, misleading him completely.

Case in point, Nick tells grandfather that in his last paycheck, Tony docked nearly his whole pay ($1000 for one week) and left him only $50 for the final pay period. Grandfather sends him $500 to get new tires on the corvette in prep of him driving it up here. Mom finds out from John Michael, while she is still down there, that he gave Nick $200 after hearing the same story. Mom asks Tony... who is flabbergasted abou the whole thing, saying that he only withdrew about $400 from that paycheck (to pay for the storage fees of a truck that Nick blew out on the highway and caught on fire). I call and tell Grandfather this, about the amounts of money he actually had and he gets all whacked out... suprise suprise.

Grandfather calls again and goes yet again into the "poor them" schpiel. I am over listening to it. Some people never learn. I took Rita and Sara over there to visit with him, just after Christmas (she hasn't seen him since they have all been fighting since he got ill and did his "don't want to see you ever again".) He notices Sara (18) smoking and raises his eyebrow (as he's jamming his thumb into his pipe to pack it and digging for a match), "Ye know, Sis, that cigarettes are what killed yer grandmother." I cringe and wait... Rita bolts up out of her chair, staring him down, "It was more than cancer that killed my mother!" she says all irate. I try to get her calmed down, but she's pretty much done. He talks the whole time about what the boys are doing and the decisions they have made. I tell him that they are full of it and that the last straw has not only been laid out but been trod on multiple times, and immolated in the fires of Hell... done is done. He goes on about how he is their father and he can't just let them suffer like this.

I am taken aback by this and don't know what to say. Not from the poignant standpoint of a parent wanting the best for their child... but more for the fact that this man didn't raise his children, he beat them, drank to excess stupor... pretty much taught them how to deal with their emotions by self-abuse... hell, he even succumbed to his greed by financing multiple drug sales in order to cash in... and countless other unlisted sins... and he turns around and says something like that. Rita just raised an eyebrow and said nothing. I shall have to ponder upon that some more. I quickly excused myself and we left... I've had enough of the catering to drug peddling, drug using bastards. Evil evil evil.