I Can Only Stand So Much

Those employees were all liars and thieves, she told me. I zone out a bit, until I hear….My brother is a piece of dog dung. I should have never let my sister back into my life. I listen halfheartedly, wondering when the good will pop up. Hear that? That’s the weird neighbor in the blue truck. I am sure he is a psychopath. I am turning him into the cops. He is going to run down somebody, I know it. The neighbor on the other side of me is dead now. I hope I didn’t cause it; I prayed she would die, you know. I am in the throes of not listening any more Because she is a relative and I cannot bear to think of her in this way. It may be my last phone call to her. Anyway, the last one for a while. I can only stand so much.