I find myself in an interesting place that makes me happy that a have a blog right now. Let me start out by explaining a guy. Let’s call him Mes. Mes is one of the worst people I have ever met. He is an old meth head. He’s murdered and sold drugs and been in out of prison his whole life. His family hates him. He is every shade of racist lying asshole that you can think of. His 3 year old girl won’t even see him. He has worked so hard to keep his marriage from ending, not in a good way mind you through threats and manipulation, but he is now divorced and has a big restraining order on him. He has no one that gives a fuck about him because of the life that he has chosen to live. He has some type of sickness right now though. He is extremely overweight (450 to 550) with the typical beer belly and no ass. His leg started hurting him about 6 months back and now it has swollen up by three times its size and the skin is splitting and has long red lines all through it. He is too stubborn to go to the hospital. He knows he is dieing so he showed up last night at the house of the woman of that’s letting me stay in her shed. He is now demanding that she let him stay here. They screamed for hours I could hear it out in the shed. He is threatening to say some things to the police about this mother of 4 that could prove less than positive for her and by extension her kids too. She is between a rock and a hard place so she is letting him stay in her bed while she sleeps on the couch. So now this rotten old man is dieing not 10 feet away and I can’t decide how to feel about it. Happy about this pile of shit about to leave this earth and by that make it a better place? Or should it be pity for this old man about to die. Sure everything about him makes me want to light him on fire but I know he is in a great amount of pain by the way he barely breaths and moans every time he moves and I can’t help but feel bad for him. I am full of conflicting thoughts so I ask for yours.