The fatty nextdoor. So I have mentioned a few things about being underweight (almost fixed now, 10 more kilo), being sick. But I did not really tell about what was done to help me. I had rare infections that they could not figure out for 2 years, by that time I was bleeding out of everywhere, literally, except the eyes. So I was unable to even keep in my own shit. I had something the pharmacy referred to as chemo light. It worked, I get to keep living. So to help get back on track they have apartment buildings where they help people get back into their own home. Some are for retards, some are for disabled, some are specific for people with autism, like I have. There is an office in one of the apartments with counselors that help with whatever, paperwork, groceries, getting back to work, etc. I know people will ask questions, so here it is, for context. Good thing I have to move out because doing too well. There is a teahour every weekday in the evening. There is a guy, let's name him Bubbles. He is mentally handicapped, is a huge fatty and looks a lot like the guy from Trailer Park Boys. He also has a speech impediment of sorts, like his jaw cannot open all the way or a Downs patient. He had to lose weight and cut salt or his kidneys would quit. He did not quit his salt diet and kept being fat. So no good kidney for you. Now he has to eat no salt at all or die. Bubbles will tell openly about whatever, and also about his boyfriend/husband. He once at teahour told everyone, cringing as they were, how he caught his tiny brown Venezuelan boyfriend had 2 Romanian men in the house and he heard noise upstairs and saw lube on the table. He kicked the Romanians out and was angry, boyfriend naked, men halfnaked. And he winks at me all through the hour. Uncomfy as fuck but some people here are quite nice, and I cannot stay away from the freakshow. Anyway, he leaves 10 minutes or so before it is all over, and the counselor tells me in detail about how he likes slim tall brown guys. I am a slim tall brown guy. He would also sometimes do a sort of moan-yawn thing where he would lift his shirt up and expose that big hairy gut of his, scratch it a bit. He also came crying once, his now husband went to Venezuela on his dime with his creditcard not telling him a thing untill after the plane landed. I had to do my best not to burst out laughing. He has not been over in a while so no more lols for me. Also no more dodging his horny stare and not looking at the tent in his pants he tries to not hide at all. Not too sad about it really. Most people here are a bit akward but not stupid. A professor in economics, a masters degree in maths, an upcoming doctor in astrophysics, and more, but then there are the 2 dumb bitches that cannot finish highshool. Moonface. Max fupa level. She has a stache she does not do anything about because "take it or leave it, if it not good enough than I do not know what to do". She takes the pill not because anyone porks her, but because she is so fat her hormone levels are out of control and too much male ones. She is on carbohydrate poor diet to avoid the beetus, but she cannot stick to it more than 2 weeks. She wonders why the insuline levels are shit and stay shit, cannot comprehend it has to do with her fucking weight, blames genetics. Sometimes people can if they so choose show up and we all eat together. She always has to eat something else for her diet or because it involves veggies, and we cannot have that. The shit she then does cook is either a single chickenbreast after which Dominos shows up to her home, no exceptions. If she has something else, it is almost always blue cheese, because a big plate full of 60% or higher in fat cheese does wonders for your weight. Often including pasta because that is zero carbohydrates. People were mean to her so she could not finish school. They were mean for good reason and if you ask me she is just too dumb to finish school, bully or no bully. She whines about her daddy and sits crying. She whines about her weight and sits crying. She whines about lonely and sits crying. he lies in bed all day because condishuns, has a maid to help clean on taxdollars 4 hours a week. I saw the inside once, fucking pigsty. Moonface has an admirer in one guy here. He said how he likes how she looks. Pigfucker supreme. Nice enough and very smart, but a bit off at times, though good company in general. He had this Bosniak bitch he met while locked up in a crazy house, he was there because he walked around town unwashed, no belt pants falling off, counting every step, and if he steps in or out anything he will do it again and again and again untill he gets it right. This is the time he shaved random parts of his head, like an electroshok patient. So he brings this skippyball over here. She looked horrid, hairy chin, thin arms and legs, flattest ass you ever saw, muffinstyle lovehandles, hair like Morgan Freeman, backfat tits, saggy flat boobs no bra, big gut, triple chin, she was in for being violent, dangerous to others, especially around knives and heavy objects. I think it looked a lot like a bloated pufferfish. So he tells the guys they did not fuck. When Moonface is around he plays it off trying to make it look they may have. I suspect to make Moonface jelly. I asked Moonface and she wants nothing of him. Then she just tells me all about how she wants someone tall, tanned, dark hair, that goes to a gym and takes care of himself. It did not click right away but that is me. So she told me about stealing stuff from a store and about how she lost her virginity at 18 and it was good. She cannot take latex so no rubbers. I do not know why she thought I'd like to know because I really do not, nooooo way I am going to put my donger in her poontang.  Sometimes there is the opportunity to eat all together if you so choose to. I was a linecook for years, and though my fine motorskills are not half of what they used to be(working on it), I still work a knife and pan like no other here. I like to cook and think of it as a must that I help them cook properly. Pigfucker supreme starts a fit if he sees a sharp knife, and will cut all he sees with a blunt butterknife, a spoon, yes really a spoon, or he will rip it. Dishes will look like absolute shit and he plates like a fucking blind ape. Moonface breathes unto the food and disgraces it with beetuscooties, in addition to salting the food with sweat. Economics professor has a mind of his own and I have dumped egghites on his head, not stiff enough, my first warning. I hit their hands to make em wash them, insist on proper tablesetting. So I end up doing all of the work with these incompetent bastards, though some are actually picking up a few things. Moonface sits next to me too often. She sometimes will start slapping her thighs. I gave her a weird look. So she just laughs and says her fingers sometimes sleep, so she has to slap them to get the circulation going. She has touched my leg before sneakily under the table, so I tried my deathstare. She cried to a counselor, I was mad over nothing she claimed. I can have a short fuse and that is in my record, figured I could not make a good case, so just said I had a bad day. If she tries it again I will snap her cold fat sausages in 2. I will not have her butchershop display running up my skinny little thighs again. Fucking deathfats. There was this other time she cried because daddy issues, and looked at me with those "please hold me" eyes. I sighed and walked away for another glass of Highland Park. Fuck you. I cannot talk shit, but I will act shit. The worse I am, the more she will stare at me and talk to me. So miss ocd, the other dumbass, needs help closing her basement storage because her valuables were in there. She looks like she has half a football under her shirt and has been mistaken as being preggers. The lock worked, but she is dumb as bricks and "how does key work". Counselor asked me or I'd have skipped. All that was in there was a single soiled mattress. I laughed "that is all your valuables in there haha", she got buttmad, filed a complaint over it. Then she asks me about programming, I do a bit (I suck) and so she decided to do it too. A boxplot is way out of her league, but programming C for embedded equipment, that cannot be too hard. She "swapped the harddrive in my Macbook". Sure thing. Loads of questions, she keeps bringing it up. After 2 weeks, find out she cannot install an ide. She wants to sit in her spot everywhere at all times, Sheldon style. So I always try to sit where she wants to sit. It messes with her to no end. She gets angry like you would not believe. And on occassion will try to sit on my lap and come to me about shit with no counselor present. I now sit in her spot less. She also was not amused because someone told her no, so she went into the washroom, got this persons clothes, put them in the dryer on max. Only fit for a leprechaun at that point. She is extremely childish. We sit with eachother in the garden(3 guys and Moonface), there is a bigass commiestyle garden, benches, tables, barbeque, really nice. So we order pizza. Miss ocd comes down. Suddenly whines about diet. We order pizza. Miss ocd suddenly forgets her diet, mooches pizza from all of us. Moonface/Slaton jr makes the order for all and pays over the internet. We all pay over internet banking on smartphones to her. Takes 48 hours to get her money from me. She gets my number and apps me about it, talks about it 2 nights in a row. Gotta get that €9,70 in pizzamoney, priority one. She really needed that pizzamoney. There has been a car blown up, a biycle saddle smeared in poo, a relifreak guy with a drumcircle that channels moonenergy and more, but it does not involve fatties. Hope this is entertaining, it is to me and I have a frontrow seat.