My mind and body is shaking to the core with anger and rage. OfCourse, no one knows it, just my mom because I live with her, and I told her about. The rage is coming from my hatred for the Elvis impersonator parking nazi. He is back doing his schtick in front of my house, blocking my driveway twice a day to annex and hog the parking spot in front of my house.
I wrote in depth about the Elvis impersonator parking nazi who looks like Abraham Lincoln also here:https://wordsofmisery.com/2025/02/03/saturday-more-like-shitturday/
It irritates me, sometimes I see him out my window doing, other times I am greeted to this sh-t when I step out my door. I know it is kind of legal what he is doing, and since it takes two minutes I should not care. But for some reason, it makes my blood boil.
So, with this in mind, I see danger that is inevitable and unavoidable. Also, it’s a situation I cannot win. If I punch the Elvis impersonator parking nazi in his face, which is coming to a theater near you, his gang of boyfriends will come after me; and I am willing to risk that. After all, I did scream at the guy all by his lonesome on two separate occasions and he did nothing, and his little boyfriends did not come at me.
But get this, the Elvis impersonator parking nazi is one of those mid-life crises douche bags who is in his late fifties to early sixties, but he is acting like a tough guy. And he like many people in my neighborhood feel I am a mark, because I am always by myself and a small person. Then when a midlife crisis loser here in good old’ NYC sees me in my neighborhood, for some strange reason they start to challenge me and downright initiate conflict with me in their ploy to feel young again and Elvis impersonator parking nazi is another one of them. So, if cops get involved, they will take his side because of his age, because the last guy who had a midlife crisis on me turned into a scared old man and called the cops.
Then if the cops come, it will be like last time. I told the cops they did things that irritated me and provoked me like staring at me, saying something messed up, coming on to my property and the cops were like: “so,” then the cops took me to jail instead; and I can foresee that happening again.
So, like usual, I am locking myself in here, listening to the spirits tell me to stay in and I am shaking and bouncing off the walls in stopping myself from going out there and hitting him. In addition, the times he has tried to irritate me in person by saying stupid sh-t to me while he parks in front of my house to block my driveway, I again stopped myself from hitting him by just screaming at him. OfCourse, when I did scream at him, the first time he started pleading he does not want any trouble and the other time, he turned his back to deescalate because I got in his face, if he would have made the wrong move in that event I would have hurt him. Then that other time when he pleaded, he wanted no trouble, he still stood in front of me for a minute and right before I picked up my shovel and held it to his face to mush his head with it, he left within a split second.
So, I am honestly trying to be peaceful. I am, and I am trying to keep my composure, but in my home, I am raging behind his presence and nervous about what I foresee. I can see myself getting into a fight or getting arrested or something that involves the latter with the former with a dash of me getting killed.
I really do hate the Elvis impersonator parking nazi. This as-hole owns an ethnic store around the block, as written before; I say ethnic store because unfortunately me and this jerk off share the same nationality although I was born in America, my parents are where he is from. In his ethnic store he is selling deer meat. Let me rephrase this, the Elvis impersonator parking nazi piece of sh-t is selling the carcass of Bambi. What kind of savage would eat Bambi.
But again, there is a part of me that should not be obsessed with the annoying things he is doing. But he has this Elvis impersonator look to him and he also looks like Abraham Lincoln a little and then he has this squeaky raspy voice, my God, I pray that he gets HIV.
I did have to step back and ask myself why I am always fixated on this. I tried to get to the source of my thinking because this is making many intrusive thoughts in my mind. The best thing to do when you have intrusive thoughts is ask yourself why and the answer is because he is a douche bag…