Michael Kindt's Blog, page 403

Damn your neighbor sucks. I married a guy when I was 19 (I know!) and after we moved in together I quickly learned that he had a raging temper and loved making me feel like shit. When he began beating our puppy with a closed fist (for peeing on the carpe

Yeah. That saying "You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat those who can do nothing for them"…or something like that…is very true. I feel so helpless about everything.

Damn your neighbor sucks. I married a guy when I was 19 (I know!) and after we moved in together I quickly learned that he had a raging temper and loved making me feel like shit. When he began beating our puppy with a closed fist (for peeing on the carpe

Yeah. That saying "You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat those who can do nothing for them"…or something like that…is very true. I feel so helpless about everything.

Damn your neighbor sucks. I married a guy when I was 19 (I know!) and after we moved in together I quickly learned that he had a raging temper and loved making me feel like shit. When he began beating our puppy with a closed fist (for peeing on the carpe

Yeah. That saying "You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat those who can do nothing for them"…or something like that…is very true. I feel so helpless about everything.

Damn your neighbor sucks. I married a guy when I was 19 (I know!) and after we moved in together I quickly learned that he had a raging temper and loved making me feel like shit. When he began beating our puppy with a closed fist (for peeing on the carpe

Yeah. That saying "You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat those who can do nothing for them"…or something like that…is very true. I feel so helpless about everything.

Damn your neighbor sucks. I married a guy when I was 19 (I know!) and after we moved in together I quickly learned that he had a raging temper and loved making me feel like shit. When he began beating our puppy with a closed fist (for peeing on the carpe

Yeah. That saying "You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat those who can do nothing for them"…or something like that…is very true. I feel so helpless about everything.

So here's a picture of the dogs, taken a few minutes ago...

So here's a picture of the dogs, taken a few minutes ago from my window. It's 25 degrees and snowing pretty hard. The dog you can see is Oliver, the older one. He favors that one. Roscoe is younger and more rambunctious, thus, to Nick, more annoying. Roscoe is burrowed into that pile of hay next to Oliver. You can see a tiny piece of his back sticking out. When it's cold like this, their water, when they have it, is usually frozen. And animal control won't do anything. Oh, goody.

I hate my neighbor, Nick. I hope he gets run over by a truck.

I don't talk about him much on here, since this blog has become a very public thing. It isn't my own little corner of the world anymore, hasn't been for quite some time. An average of a thousand people read it a day, from all over the world.

So I'm reluctant to do a lot of personal shit on here, especially when it has something to do with someone else, someone who's a real person living in my sphere of reality.

After what I just went through, however, I would post that son-of-a-bitch's social security number on here if I had it. At 3 am this morning, he beat up his girlfriend. « CONSIDER THIS A TRIGGER WARNING FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND, WHAT THE HELL, LET'S THROW IN ONE FOR ANIMAL ABUSE WHILE WE'RE AT IT »

I saw it coming. I saw it coming in the way he treated his dogs. I saw it in the way he would forget to water them, for days sometimes, even though he was right there in his house twenty feet away. I often had to water them. He'd also forget to feed them, and sometimes, if they pissed him off by barking at a passing cat for 30 seconds or something, he would refuse to feed them intentionally. One time Roscoe, the youngest dog, did something to piss him off that I didn't catch and Nick was out there punishing him. I heard the dog yelping, so went to my window and watched him kick the poor thing a half a dozen times in the ribs. Then, he grabbed the dog by the collar, pulled his face down to the ground, and began rubbing handfulls of dirt in his eyes, saying, "You like that, bad dog? You like that?"

This is all true. I am dead serious.

I immediately called animal control, although my instinct was to tear through the window and rip his tiny-ass balls off with my bare fucking hands.

Animal control came and talked to him, maybe ticketed him, I don't know. They left the dogs there, though. God bless, South Dakota.

I didn't see anymore direct abuse after that, but the dogs were totally ignored, outside in their pen 24/7, sporadically fed and watered.

When winter rolled around, I watched them freeze. There's one doghouse in the pen, barely big enough for one of them (they are two good-sized German shepherds). During a blizzard, when the wind was howling and the temperature was ten below, I called animal control again. They came and made him take them inside. It was the first and last time I had ever seem that pen empty, and I have lived here for eight months.

The next day, suddenly, there was a shitload of hay in the pen. My guess is animal control told him to do it. The dogs were back out there again, 24/7, this time in hay that quickly became shit-covered and, of course, was never changed.

Sometimes, I really hate this backwoods, cousin-fucking state.

About a month ago, I was sitting here writing like always and heard one of the dogs yelping again. This time I went outside and right into his yard. Nick was trying to catch Roscoe, but was having a hard time. The dog was terrified and fled from his every step.

"Feel tough?" I said to him.

"Huh?" He was shocked to see me and looked scared, which is what you'd expect him to look since he's a fucking coward.

"Tough guy, beating up a dog."

"I wasn't beating him up. His foot was caught in the fence." His voice sounded whiny to me, like a 12-year-old's. The beard on his face looked really out of place and stupid.

"Whatever. You're a fucking pussy."

He turned and went inside his house. I rarely saw him after that. He no longer smoked on his porch, and always went for his fast food and cigarettes late at night. Around this time, his girlfriend moved in.

It was bliss the first week, then the fights started, increasing in frequency as time went on. It was always him yelling at her, berating her, saying shit like, "You need to think about what you're doing!". I could hear it through my ceiling, everything, his yelling and stomping, her crying and apologies. Then, last night, they came home about 2:30 am and he started in again on her, drunk and hoarse. He was screaming at her this time, screaming "Why?! Why?! WHYYYYYY!!!!!"

Why what?

Like a fucking banshee. She was bawling, pleading for him to stop, please stop, Nick. I heard crashing and banging, then her saying "Ouch! Stop! Let go!"

So I called the cops and he went to jail. Or at least I think he did.  It was silent after all the heavy footsteps had gone. In the bathroom, through the vent, I could hear her weeping softly. She sounded alone, in every way.

This all went down between 3 am and 3:30 am this morning. I couldn't sleep after that and have still not slept.

It is now 1:35 pm as I type this and I am very tired. Nick came home about a half hour ago and they are now having very loud sex.

Ok.

reading your recent reblog, which i think has a lot of good points, then led me to read the staff article. whilst i have visited pro-ana/SH blogs in the past (something i'm not exactly proud of) and i think controlling the pro-ana/thinspo blogs is good and

Ha! Well.

For my part, such blogs are odious. If you've found help thru some, great. I've never lingered long enough to see any good, and didn't want to. I hadn't the belly for it.

If these types of blogs vanish from Tumblr, yay. They suck and are destructive, but what about pro-drug blogs? I have seen one extolling the virtues of meth on here. Is that next? Tumblr should make CRYSTAL clear (har, har—get it?) what they intend to do regarding these self-harm blogs (never gonna happen). Censorship is a slippery slope.

reading your recent reblog, which i think has a lot of good points, then led me to read the staff article. whilst i have visited pro-ana/SH blogs in the past (something i'm not exactly proud of) and i think controlling the pro-ana/thinspo blogs is good and

Ha! Well.

For my part, such blogs are odious. If you've found help thru some, great. I've never lingered long enough to see any good, and didn't want to. I hadn't the belly for it.

If these types of blogs vanish from Tumblr, yay. They suck and are destructive, but what about pro-drug blogs? I have seen one extolling the virtues of meth on here. Is that next? Tumblr should make CRYSTAL clear (har, har—get it?) what they intend to do regarding these self-harm blogs (never gonna happen). Censorship is a slippery slope.

reading your recent reblog, which i think has a lot of good points, then led me to read the staff article. whilst i have visited pro-ana/SH blogs in the past (something i'm not exactly proud of) and i think controlling the pro-ana/thinspo blogs is good and

Ha! Well.

For my part, such blogs are odious. If you've found help thru some, great. I've never lingered long enough to see any good, and didn't want to. I hadn't the belly for it.

If these types of blogs vanish from Tumblr, yay. They suck and are destructive, but what about pro-drug blogs? I have seen one extolling the virtues of meth on here. Is that next? Tumblr should make CRYSTAL clear (har, har—get it?) what they intend to do regarding these self-harm blogs (never gonna happen). Censorship is a slippery slope.