It's a Dog-Gone Clan!

So...when I said that our landlord's two sisters would be moving into the house what I really meant to say was that his entire freakin' family would crawl out from under rocks and escape from prisons all over the country and desend on the Monstrosity like some sort of sick pantomime of the Beverly Hillbillies. I strolled into my yard yesterday to see a pickup truck packed with boxes and bikes towing behind it a large trailer full to the top with junk. Yes, believe it or not, Grandma was indeed on top of the heap with her rocking chair, and she was crazy as hell and yelling at the squirrels about their responsibilities to vote Libertarian. There was also a Volkswagen Vanagon packed to the brim with other goodies, including a few Vietnamese people who may or may not have stowed away somehow. I shrugged it off until today when the entire pack rolled into the yard and started an epic transfer of all the shit. I don't know where it went, but it surprisingly didn't go anywhere inside the part of the house that I live in, so I didn't really care much. When I was eating dinner tonight some guy walks in who I *think* was somewhat lazy-eyed and told me he was living here and shook my hand. I kinda stared at him for a second. (one, you always have that embarassing situation of not knowing which eye to look into when you're talking to someone with a lazy eye; and two, the migration outside had moved inside, and this dude wanted to shack up for the summer.) So he tells me he's gonna live in the small room upstairs. For the uneducated that's the room dubbed the SEX ROOM because its really too small for anything but a mattress, so we figured people could use it during parties to make babies if they so chose. So this guy starts moving his shit in and proceeds to move all the junk in the Sex Room into the hallway. The Sex Room was being used as storage so basically he just moved all our shit into the hallway. He might as well have given us the finger. Tomorrow I'm going to have a talky talk with him (after, of course, the initial embrassing eye thing is over) and possibly put my knee into his groin.
The girl living in Lane's room (still haven't seen the mythical "other" sister, but Gus apparently has...so we'll see if this phantasm ever takes shape) is pretty chill actually...but it still hasn't taken from my determination to drive her from my home. I figure all it takes is inviting Clark over to talk speakers with her for a few hours and she'll be happy to find a new home.

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