When Bozo and I parted the other day, it was mutually agreed that collecting his massive piles of stuff from my yard was not urgent. That it was safe here and he had no good place to store it for the time being.

Phoned my nearby friend when I went on my run for critter feed yesterday since I pick up feed for her too. Told her about Bozo "saving" me from jail and we both laughed. She mentioned that he'd called her fiance wanting to borrow his trailer and whined about "poor" BH's behavior at school leading to Bozo's grueling encounter with social services. Given Bozo has access to my trailer that originally moved his crap over here, we felt the call to borrow their trailer was a (failed) pity play.

By the time I'd collected the feed and reached the book store, Bozo phoned. He wants to pick up the rest of his things today.

Thanks. I'm wiped out and struggling to find myself after the whirlwind events of the past week, you and BH have all of your critical essentials, but let's just dive right in there again. Today is not a good day. I need to do laundry in order to wear clothes to meet with my daughter on Sunday; and would liked to done some canning to take a batch of goodies to her and my grandson.

OTOH, the sooner Bozo clears his petty belongings outta here, the better. Borrow the damned trailer, get your things and be the hell gone by 5pm. I've already got a load of laundry in and will find somewhere to go today.

I thought my offer of free storage was generous. Figured we could work something out to get the crap moved when we were both calm and grounded. No, you enjoy creating chaos and keeping it going. Being rude and obtrusive makes you happy. Savor it this time, Bozo, cause it's the last f'ing time with me.