Brains!

First

So I've been up since about 4 this morning, and I went to bed around 1. I had terrible vivid nightmares last night. There were not monsters, or bears or whatever that I sometimes dream about, but the fear was very intense. I don't want to talk about it.
I took my car in at 7:45 and have been transcribing since. Now I must do something other then that, so I'm updating my blog. So there.

Guttermunson Neighbors

So I've often spoke of my neighbors, and hopefully this piece about them won't sound too unjust.
How I wish for some kind of National Health Care System. While at the same time I cannot stand the ridiculousness of some of the social systems enacted in this country. For example: How is it my neighbors are getting free work done no their house? Including painting. None of them have worked a real job in their lives. Grannie Betty and Renee, the two matriarchs of the household may be ill now, but in their younger years they sat at home all day living off the benefits of coming and going men and welfare. They've passed on these qualities to their children. All of whom live in this two bedroom house, except Samantha (who randomly shows up with her anorexic guy friend), and Christina who is homeless with her bike stealing boyfriend. (Although always around, and their foster care children visit like once a month) And now the city has swooped down and started fixing up all the aging parts of their house, free.

Couldn't the money be spent getting these people to work and pay for their own repairs? If these two women are ill, the older kinds should be working their asses off to help their parents, or better yet move out and live their own lives. Then the house wouldn't be overused in the first place. But nothing is being done to put the wayward youth on track. Instead they are getting a free paint job. You know if it were a deserving family, I might feel otherwise. It's shocking to me that a social services person comes by every week and has not ordered the whole property condemned and taken all the children away. If only they could hear what I hear on a daily basis. But no one asks our opinion. The cops that we've been in contact with have so many households that they are called to, they never make an effort to do anything but warn them.