What a Cracker

(none fiction) A cracker crack head that just won't quit. He likes to stand by my front door to do his puff. For he assumes his Hispanic culture is better than mine. So he's disrespecting my front door with his nasty ashes. He thinks his on top of the world with ever smoke he takes. But he just a cracker that just won't quit. I don't know why wouldn't smoke his puff in the stairs case like the others He try share with world the aroma of is puff. But the world is not interested that's why he looks like a puffing looser. I hope to God that he's not a parent. For I feel sorry for any child that would look up to him. For they even actually raising few in they home. So much for having a next door neighbor. After having enough bad experience with drug addict roommates. They always say two wrong don't make a right. To try to be a wannabe be hippie and being a parent. Those are things that never mixed. Just because they invented marijuana. Doesn't mean to disrespect others among you with it. I understand those that likes a dirty men with no respect. But me I am a woman that deserves to be respected. I do not know what cracker crack head problem is. But it seems to me his upbringing was nothing but a twist with no manners nor since of direction of any. He has the nerve to argue with me. For not asking his name to get to know him. I swear my mind went blink for a second. And had to remind him. His no good influence to wants to be known. My home is pure sanctuary try to follow a good path for my son future. What makes him think I want my son to become a drug addict like him. Bringing god and everything else in to the argument of disrespect. The nerve of him. Of crack smoking in front of my door doesn't change a thing. it seems to me no one wants him in they front door as well. I may not have a men to defend my honor. But I will be like the apocalypse and make him choke on your next puff. And he won't be the first.