Pissy-Pissy-Boo-Boo

I have developed quite a loathing for my neighbors, nice as they are. I'm so sick of how they neglect their child. The Lonely Child comes to my home to take a shite because they don't have toilet paper. God knows what they use to wipe with, maybe their hand. I noticed through is ill-fitting jeans that he his underwear are threadbare and have a hole in the top of them. Also, when they were drying clothes at my house I noticed several of his pairs of underwear have split up the front seam and are as thin as tissue paper. Most of his shirts are too small are beginning to creep up his rather bulbous stomach. His jeans continually ride down in the back exposing whatever happens to be there. Not to mention, they're at least an inch too short. Although they expect him to walk or ride his bike to school, he normally catches a ride with me. They don't supply him with an umbrella or a raincoat. We've experienced quite a bit of rain from the backlash of hurricanes and yet he's expected to walk home without even a jacket on his back. I doubt he has one that fits. He borrowed my poster of Legolas and my Hobbit book for his literature fair. I put all of it in my car this morning to make sure it got to school. Never do I see either of his parents poke their head inside the school to see what is going on. Whether Nate's dad likes it or not, I call him and tell him he's going to be at the school if I can't for one of Nate's projects. Now, you say, they're obviously poor. Well, if The Lonely Child's mother can show off her brand new tennis shoes while her son's toes are cramped or poking through the end of his, then yeah, I guess they're poor. If The Lonely Child's dad can schlep in $900 worth of food for their fat guts a month, then yeah, I guess they're poor. If they can afford to buy a 24 pack of beer but not a raincoat or an umbrella, then, yeah, I guess they're poor. I'll admit that I spoil myself ocassionally, and I know I should, but my son does not go without clean, well fitting underwear and clothes, or shoes, or a jacket. Its quite clear to me that neither of The Lonely Child's parents should have ever been parents. They are far too selfish, self-absorbed and lazy to make any necessary sacrifices for the well-being and self-esteem of their offspring. If they didn't have the money, that would be one thing, but they do. How much time does it take to go to Wally World and buy a $6.99 bag of underwear?? Now, here's where it gets interesting... they bought him another bike for his birthday after his was stolen so he can ride to school... so they don't have to take him. He's TEN FREAKIN' YEARS OLD!! He spent the entire summer alone at his house. He spends every afternoon alone if his mom works over, which is normal the closer we get to Christmas. And you know why? Because his parents are too freakin' cheap to pay $30.00 a week for afterschool care. His parents also wait until one of her sister's sees "his need" and then let her go out and buy his clothes etc. for him. After all, her sister and her husband make more money, so why should they spend theirs??? Yeah, that's their attitude... WHAAA??? Even more interesting is the role I take in The Lonely Child's life. Last night he and Nate got into it and TLC ends up banging on my door because Nate locked him out. I come out of my cubbyhole. I hate it when someone bangs on my door. I hate slamming doors. I unlock the door and TLC begins to state his case to me about Nate having his game, which I know and I've already told Nate to get the game out of the PS2 to give it back. I told him in no uncertain terms he was never to bang on my door like that again. He tried to interrupt but I talked to him just like I talk to Nate. Do not piss off the Mommy. One time he slammed the door of my house and I followed him home and dressed him down in front of both of his parents, right in their living room. They just sat and looked at me. Running home doesn't do him any good either. I really think TLC's parents tell him he can do shite, knowing that I will tell Nate no, so then TLC will not go either, making me the bad guy. For example, there is a park at the end of my street... waaaay at the end of the street, like 3/4 of a mile. Its right outside the projects and on a busy throughway from the tunnel. A lot of older kids hang out there. I do not like that park. I will take the boys ocassionally but for the most part I want them to stick closer to home. So, Nate comes in asks if he can go to the park at the end of the street. Hell no, no way, no how and no I'm not taking you today. Well, naturally TLC's parents said he could go. I told Nate that if TLC wanted to go then he could but he was not going to that park without an adult. Its too far and too much riffraff hangs out there. Nate says, "Well, TLC's parents said for us just not to talk to anyone." Ah fuck that!!!! His dad's reasoning is that he ran around all the time when he was a kid and he didn't have to be home until the street lights came on. Yeah, so did I... in the late 70's. I'm so afraid we live in a different world now fucktard. Okay, shit, I'm done ranting about them. It does no good.