Its not often that things go from really bad to bad.. I got to experience that today and it was really something else. I didnt think the day would come any
time soon that I would go to the DMV and feel like there was no where else I would rather be.
So apparently I am an inconsiderate, unappreciative, jerk. Or maybe I just missunderstood part of a message I was sent today?
"You are an inconsiderate, unappreciative jerk. That car is not yours yet mister, and might not ever be. You doing me a favor? Fuck you."
Seems pretty straight forward but I am not all seeing and all knowing.. maybe I am missing something? Maybe some light will be spread on this message if the events of the day are gone over. In short, I wake up, my dad asks me if I brought any toilet paper, I groggily say no I forgot, he goes into the other room cursing and throws something comes back in and starts yelling and cursing at me. I am asked if I know whether I have the apartment that I am applying for yet, and I dont (the office was closed by the time I got there yesterday). I am called names and told how I dont care about anything or anyone and I dont ever think about anyone but myself, I respond telling him that if that were true I wouldnt be at his apartment planning on letting him borrow my car for the day, at which point he kicks a fan breaking it, then proceedes to get in my face and spray me with saliva saying "Fuck you Vincent, Fuck you!" continuing to cuss me and and call me names. He tells me to get the fuck out of here so I do. As he continues to yell at me I jut keep walking and the last thing he says is," If you leave now you arent coming back!" Im not sure what exactly this was supposed to mean to me, since I had no intention of coming back since the day before, but did because he asked me to so he could borrow my car... I figure it is just something that would have been better used on a girlfriend that didnt have somewhere else to go or something.
Still confused? So am I!
A little more history on the situation: Me and my dad have been having some VERY hard times lately.. we havent been getting along at all (pretty much since he got out of the house, it has just gotten more and more intense). He gets angry at me most day for various things that I do and doesnt hold back much while scolding me. He feels that I dont appreciate him letting me stay in his apartment without paying rent for all of this time and I have basically been disrepecting his personal space. We had been fighting and fighting but since he has come back from europe, he has pretty much stopped holding back.. out. no he hasnt dumped tea on my head or banged pots and pans over me while I am trying to sleep, but he attacks me personally with information that I have confided in him (because I SHOULD be able to trust my DAD with info and not worry about it being thrown in my face later) and tries to intimidate me with name harsh words and violence. That is what it came down to two days ago while I was trying to get all of my stuff out of his apartment... I had to get it out so I had to listen and put up with it. He baits me into yelling back and getting emotional. blah blah blah... in the end he tries to talk to me like a human being and thinks it will make up for all of the shit. It wont. He needs a ride to the bank so he can withdraw $1,000 for his tattoo but finds out that he can only withdraw 500 (atm card max) It is a holiday so there will be no way for him to get the rest of the money so I offer to withdraw it from my account and let him borrow the money. He wanted to buy groceries too but we (thought) we couldnt since we both already withdrew the max for the day. We have lunch, some random guy on the street recognizes him, "Hey look, its Evel Dick and his son!!" I take him home, he asks if I can spend the night that night so he could borrow my car the next day (his is in the shop... it was supposed to be worked on while he was in europe, but the insurance companies are idiots and nothing was done at all) so I agreed, he asked me to bring home toilet paper that night and wash the blankets I had been using while I was over his house. I didnt see him until the next day. He can sling whatever kind of mud and say I did this or that, but in my mind at least, there is no reason for him to treat anyone, much less his own son this way. Wasnt the first time and Im sure it wont be the last.
It was very hard watching the show this year watching my dad and sister mold how the public perceived them. It was hard defending my dads actions MANY times from what people would say in messages, chat, and real life, but I always always did, even when I really didnt want to.
I miss my sister and cant wait to see her again. I texted her today and was very happy at how quickly she responded.
In other news, I am talking to a very pretty girl
Someone at work asked me if
anything good was happening and that was the only thing I could think of at the time.
FATHER OF THE YEAR RESPONDS OMG!!!
Thank you Vincent. Like I haven't had enough of my life played out in public.
Why don't we start at the beginning and let everyone know what really happened???
I told Vincent he could stay in my apt. while I was in the house, but that I didn't want him to have friends over. I come out of the house to find that he had moved into my apt. Not only him, but one of his friends as well. When I got here, the place was a fucking disaster. The bathroom was so disgusting I couldn't take it. There was puke dripping down the sides and piss all around the toilet and the walls by the toilet, and the seat was broken. The shower had shit stuck all on the inside of the tub. His shit was all over the place, to where just walking through the house was like an obsticle course. He filled my garage with his stuff surrounding my car and there were scratches in a few places on it. There was shit under it and filled to the rim to the point that it was impossible for me to even get into it. So, yeah.... I was thrilled.
It took him well over a week of me asking him to clean the shit up, to the point that I got pissed and yelled at him about it, then..... finally, he cleaned it. He has not once cleaned up after himself without me having to ask him at least 5-6 times. He has not lifted a finger to do shit around here, at all.
Vincent has supposed to have been looking for a place to live since moving in here..... Now, almost 2 months later, it took me telling him to get a place NOW!
Any time I leave, I come home to an apt. full of his friends, after I have asked him repeatedly not to have friends over. I live in a small apt. which was intended for me to live in by myself. It is too fucking small to have 7 people hanging in. When I left on vacation, I come home to an apt full of his friends....again. He doesn't give a shit about what I ask even though this is my place and he is staying here. The trash is full of empty bottles of alcohol and X pills on my coffee table. My carpet is so stained up, that I will have to have the place recarpeted before I leave. The toilet paper holder is broken as well. Why should I have to pay a thousand dollars for carpet, when he is the one that fucked it up beyond cleaning? Am I the fucking maid for him and his friends in MY OWN APT?
Giving Vincent Daniele's old car.... The car is worth between 10-12K. I told him I would pay for any repairs needed, new tires, fix the dents and a new paint job. He complained about getting it from the get go. He wanted a stick, he didn't like it, etc... He wanted me to fix it up, sell it and then buy him another car. I told him to fix it himself and sell it if he wanted, I was not doing all that shit. Then he was constantly complaining that I wasn't buying Daniele the car fast enough for him, that he would just buy another car... to pressure me to do it faster. Keep in mind, this is a person who hasn't had a license in over a year... but now it is a time issue for him.
Since working at the DMV, my mother has driven him to and from work every day. She gets up in the morning and drives about 45 min to and from, to get him there... then again to take him home. He has never once offered her money for gas. I told him he should take the bus, the bus stop is right in front of my apt and would take 10 min with another 10 min walk for him, but he is above that and would rather have my mother taxi him everyday.
Vincent has not paid rent since moving in here, nor has he paid for any food or bills here, I never asked him, he never offered. He knows I am busy and I could use a bit of help doing a few things around here, but never offered. He would rather sit on the computer constantly with breaks of playing guitar hero for 5 hours a stretch. Never mind that I don't want to watch him play a fucking video game day and night.
Vincent was offered a job at a University in Texas with free schooling. He says he wants to go back to school, but was thinking about it for over a month until the job was filled by someone else.
Vincent has never gone out and actually gotten a job. Every job he has had has been set up by someone he knows, he will not go out and fill out an application.
He is unmotivated, lazy, undependable and does take advantage of the situations he is in. He wears out his welcome and has been tossed out of every place he has lived.
There is a shitload more, but too much to go into here.
Yesterday, we were arguing because after a long vacation I come home to a mess and a houseload of his friends...... again. I tell him that is taking advantage of me and the situation, how he never shows any appreciation for the things I do and am doing for him and lay it all out. I ask what is up with getting his own place. He says he will know today. One of the things I told him before I left was that I didn't want to come home to a place that had nothing here and was a mess and specifically said that the toilet paper was low, check paper towels etc.... I come home, there is no fucking toilet paper. When he left (since my car is still in the shop) I call and ask him to get some, he says sure.
This morning I get up to get ready for the LA Ink deal... I need to take a shit and have to wipe my ass with fucking paper towels, I am pissed! I ask him about the apt he was supposed to be approved for, so he could move out as soon as yesterday. He tells me he got there too late and the office was closed. He had 2 things to do yesterday, toilet paper and find out if he got the apt. He did neither.... but I am sure he was partying with his friends.
So, while he whines and cries about how mean I am. I have given him a place to live for 2 months rent free. Given him a car worth over 10K, plus told him I would fix it like new for him. I have fed him with food in the house as well as took him out at least 3-4 times a week for lunch or dinner.
This morning he tells me he is doing me a favor by letting me use his car to go to LA for the tattoo gig. I had enough..... And yes, it makes me feel like not even giving him that fucking car. He doesn't appreciate shit. And I am sure he never said anything about the first car I also gave him. So, this is the second car from me. Yes, I am so mean.
So, there is always 2 sides to every story. And I might have gotten pissed and been an asshole, but he pushes shit to the limit all the time until people hit their breaking point.
I love my son and do and have done a ton of shit to help him out. But he is a 22 year old man and needs to be responsible and take care of his own life and stop having everyone else hold his hand and walk him through life. He constantly complains about how shitty his life is. But lives on the computer, video games, and
partys constantly. He is the only one that can change his life, and he will not do anything to make it change. He just sits and complains.
And now looks for sympathy from everyone because I am mean. I think he has a lot of nerve posting this bullshit.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=4543855&blogID=328377640
:porkrinds
edit: but he doesn't mean "you scum asshole without a soul" BUT AMERICA WILL THINK THAT!!
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=4543855&blogID=328443065
We are waiting on TMZ to investigate as to whether or not this is just a "publicity" (lol) stunt. Could Dick be pulling a Kim Kardashian? Story at 11.
So apparently I am an inconsiderate, unappreciative, jerk. Or maybe I just missunderstood part of a message I was sent today?
"You are an inconsiderate, unappreciative jerk. That car is not yours yet mister, and might not ever be. You doing me a favor? Fuck you."
Seems pretty straight forward but I am not all seeing and all knowing.. maybe I am missing something? Maybe some light will be spread on this message if the events of the day are gone over. In short, I wake up, my dad asks me if I brought any toilet paper, I groggily say no I forgot, he goes into the other room cursing and throws something comes back in and starts yelling and cursing at me. I am asked if I know whether I have the apartment that I am applying for yet, and I dont (the office was closed by the time I got there yesterday). I am called names and told how I dont care about anything or anyone and I dont ever think about anyone but myself, I respond telling him that if that were true I wouldnt be at his apartment planning on letting him borrow my car for the day, at which point he kicks a fan breaking it, then proceedes to get in my face and spray me with saliva saying "Fuck you Vincent, Fuck you!" continuing to cuss me and and call me names. He tells me to get the fuck out of here so I do. As he continues to yell at me I jut keep walking and the last thing he says is," If you leave now you arent coming back!" Im not sure what exactly this was supposed to mean to me, since I had no intention of coming back since the day before, but did because he asked me to so he could borrow my car... I figure it is just something that would have been better used on a girlfriend that didnt have somewhere else to go or something.
Still confused? So am I!
A little more history on the situation: Me and my dad have been having some VERY hard times lately.. we havent been getting along at all (pretty much since he got out of the house, it has just gotten more and more intense). He gets angry at me most day for various things that I do and doesnt hold back much while scolding me. He feels that I dont appreciate him letting me stay in his apartment without paying rent for all of this time and I have basically been disrepecting his personal space. We had been fighting and fighting but since he has come back from europe, he has pretty much stopped holding back.. out. no he hasnt dumped tea on my head or banged pots and pans over me while I am trying to sleep, but he attacks me personally with information that I have confided in him (because I SHOULD be able to trust my DAD with info and not worry about it being thrown in my face later) and tries to intimidate me with name harsh words and violence. That is what it came down to two days ago while I was trying to get all of my stuff out of his apartment... I had to get it out so I had to listen and put up with it. He baits me into yelling back and getting emotional. blah blah blah... in the end he tries to talk to me like a human being and thinks it will make up for all of the shit. It wont. He needs a ride to the bank so he can withdraw $1,000 for his tattoo but finds out that he can only withdraw 500 (atm card max) It is a holiday so there will be no way for him to get the rest of the money so I offer to withdraw it from my account and let him borrow the money. He wanted to buy groceries too but we (thought) we couldnt since we both already withdrew the max for the day. We have lunch, some random guy on the street recognizes him, "Hey look, its Evel Dick and his son!!" I take him home, he asks if I can spend the night that night so he could borrow my car the next day (his is in the shop... it was supposed to be worked on while he was in europe, but the insurance companies are idiots and nothing was done at all) so I agreed, he asked me to bring home toilet paper that night and wash the blankets I had been using while I was over his house. I didnt see him until the next day. He can sling whatever kind of mud and say I did this or that, but in my mind at least, there is no reason for him to treat anyone, much less his own son this way. Wasnt the first time and Im sure it wont be the last.
It was very hard watching the show this year watching my dad and sister mold how the public perceived them. It was hard defending my dads actions MANY times from what people would say in messages, chat, and real life, but I always always did, even when I really didnt want to.
I miss my sister and cant wait to see her again. I texted her today and was very happy at how quickly she responded.
In other news, I am talking to a very pretty girl
Someone at work asked me if
anything good was happening and that was the only thing I could think of at the time.
FATHER OF THE YEAR RESPONDS OMG!!!
Thank you Vincent. Like I haven't had enough of my life played out in public.
Why don't we start at the beginning and let everyone know what really happened???
I told Vincent he could stay in my apt. while I was in the house, but that I didn't want him to have friends over. I come out of the house to find that he had moved into my apt. Not only him, but one of his friends as well. When I got here, the place was a fucking disaster. The bathroom was so disgusting I couldn't take it. There was puke dripping down the sides and piss all around the toilet and the walls by the toilet, and the seat was broken. The shower had shit stuck all on the inside of the tub. His shit was all over the place, to where just walking through the house was like an obsticle course. He filled my garage with his stuff surrounding my car and there were scratches in a few places on it. There was shit under it and filled to the rim to the point that it was impossible for me to even get into it. So, yeah.... I was thrilled.
It took him well over a week of me asking him to clean the shit up, to the point that I got pissed and yelled at him about it, then..... finally, he cleaned it. He has not once cleaned up after himself without me having to ask him at least 5-6 times. He has not lifted a finger to do shit around here, at all.
Vincent has supposed to have been looking for a place to live since moving in here..... Now, almost 2 months later, it took me telling him to get a place NOW!
Any time I leave, I come home to an apt. full of his friends, after I have asked him repeatedly not to have friends over. I live in a small apt. which was intended for me to live in by myself. It is too fucking small to have 7 people hanging in. When I left on vacation, I come home to an apt full of his friends....again. He doesn't give a shit about what I ask even though this is my place and he is staying here. The trash is full of empty bottles of alcohol and X pills on my coffee table. My carpet is so stained up, that I will have to have the place recarpeted before I leave. The toilet paper holder is broken as well. Why should I have to pay a thousand dollars for carpet, when he is the one that fucked it up beyond cleaning? Am I the fucking maid for him and his friends in MY OWN APT?
Giving Vincent Daniele's old car.... The car is worth between 10-12K. I told him I would pay for any repairs needed, new tires, fix the dents and a new paint job. He complained about getting it from the get go. He wanted a stick, he didn't like it, etc... He wanted me to fix it up, sell it and then buy him another car. I told him to fix it himself and sell it if he wanted, I was not doing all that shit. Then he was constantly complaining that I wasn't buying Daniele the car fast enough for him, that he would just buy another car... to pressure me to do it faster. Keep in mind, this is a person who hasn't had a license in over a year... but now it is a time issue for him.
Since working at the DMV, my mother has driven him to and from work every day. She gets up in the morning and drives about 45 min to and from, to get him there... then again to take him home. He has never once offered her money for gas. I told him he should take the bus, the bus stop is right in front of my apt and would take 10 min with another 10 min walk for him, but he is above that and would rather have my mother taxi him everyday.
Vincent has not paid rent since moving in here, nor has he paid for any food or bills here, I never asked him, he never offered. He knows I am busy and I could use a bit of help doing a few things around here, but never offered. He would rather sit on the computer constantly with breaks of playing guitar hero for 5 hours a stretch. Never mind that I don't want to watch him play a fucking video game day and night.
Vincent was offered a job at a University in Texas with free schooling. He says he wants to go back to school, but was thinking about it for over a month until the job was filled by someone else.
Vincent has never gone out and actually gotten a job. Every job he has had has been set up by someone he knows, he will not go out and fill out an application.
He is unmotivated, lazy, undependable and does take advantage of the situations he is in. He wears out his welcome and has been tossed out of every place he has lived.
There is a shitload more, but too much to go into here.
Yesterday, we were arguing because after a long vacation I come home to a mess and a houseload of his friends...... again. I tell him that is taking advantage of me and the situation, how he never shows any appreciation for the things I do and am doing for him and lay it all out. I ask what is up with getting his own place. He says he will know today. One of the things I told him before I left was that I didn't want to come home to a place that had nothing here and was a mess and specifically said that the toilet paper was low, check paper towels etc.... I come home, there is no fucking toilet paper. When he left (since my car is still in the shop) I call and ask him to get some, he says sure.
This morning I get up to get ready for the LA Ink deal... I need to take a shit and have to wipe my ass with fucking paper towels, I am pissed! I ask him about the apt he was supposed to be approved for, so he could move out as soon as yesterday. He tells me he got there too late and the office was closed. He had 2 things to do yesterday, toilet paper and find out if he got the apt. He did neither.... but I am sure he was partying with his friends.
So, while he whines and cries about how mean I am. I have given him a place to live for 2 months rent free. Given him a car worth over 10K, plus told him I would fix it like new for him. I have fed him with food in the house as well as took him out at least 3-4 times a week for lunch or dinner.
This morning he tells me he is doing me a favor by letting me use his car to go to LA for the tattoo gig. I had enough..... And yes, it makes me feel like not even giving him that fucking car. He doesn't appreciate shit. And I am sure he never said anything about the first car I also gave him. So, this is the second car from me. Yes, I am so mean.
So, there is always 2 sides to every story. And I might have gotten pissed and been an asshole, but he pushes shit to the limit all the time until people hit their breaking point.
I love my son and do and have done a ton of shit to help him out. But he is a 22 year old man and needs to be responsible and take care of his own life and stop having everyone else hold his hand and walk him through life. He constantly complains about how shitty his life is. But lives on the computer, video games, and
partys constantly. He is the only one that can change his life, and he will not do anything to make it change. He just sits and complains.
And now looks for sympathy from everyone because I am mean. I think he has a lot of nerve posting this bullshit.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=4543855&blogID=328377640
:porkrinds
edit: but he doesn't mean "you scum asshole without a soul" BUT AMERICA WILL THINK THAT!!
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=4543855&blogID=328443065
We are waiting on TMZ to investigate as to whether or not this is just a "publicity" (lol) stunt. Could Dick be pulling a Kim Kardashian? Story at 11.
