To put the weekend's suckage into context, i should preface what set me on edge in the first place.

My little clique of neighbors and i were hanging out in our usual space on Thanksgiving evening, as those of us who attended family functions that day did our celebrating early and were already back with leftovers in tow.

that part was all well and good.

We were joined at our hangout by a neighbor i will refer to simply as Ms. J. or "J" for short after we saw her walking buy looking cold, tired and most of all...hungry.

Her jerkbag boyfriend had shoo-ed her out of the apartment early in the day so that he could invite his ex over and would not let her back in until the ex was gone, something i learned he was in the habit of doing.

J is a little tiny slip of a girl. just a hair shy of five feet tall and probably not quite all of 90 pounds.

She didn't go out of her way to draw our attention to her plight, as she was trying to go by unnoticed, sort of like the pair of stray kittens that occasionally goes tear-assing around the corners of the courtyard whenever they think any living creature has laid eyes on them.

After a little prying, my friend ET coaxed a tale of ongoing gross disrespect and psychological abuse out of her that had me pondering what it would feel like to rip the guy to shreds on general principle. Though i did not give voice to this urge, everyone could see it on my face, especially when the asshat and his ex came outside and the little bastard started giving us "the stinkeye" apropos of nothing, since J ducked out of sight as soon as she heard their door start to open,

By her own admission he had not resorted to hitting her yet, but i was convinced that such an outcome was not far away and J already showed clear signs of being quite afraid of him, which just fueled my dislike for the guy.

My other friends convinced me, based on information they had to let them apply a different solution that involved the unusual amount of foot-traffic of herky-jerky strangers coming by the apartment that day and perhaps involving local law enforcement to remedy that situation and that maybe since i am the de-facto party cook among my little clique if i could not perhaps spare some food for J.

I confess that , waifishness aside, J is kind of cute, so i required even less persuasion than usual to head back to my kitchen to whip something up (i've acquired a bit of a reputation for being a good cook, as some of my neighbors and i in the back section of the complex sometimes do communal meals in our little courtyard)

so, while i was tinkering in my kitchen, J hid out at E's place and the police just kind of spontaneously showed up and removed the a-hole from the premises.

On the few occasions i had spoken to the guy, he seemed more than a little asinine and way over-animated, so i won't be too upset by his continued absence, as he just bears out my belief that i have never met a tweeker who was not also, in some form or other, an utter douchebag.

So i went into friday still feeling a pretty potent hate-on for that guy when Crazy McCrackHead decided to get in my face and everyone else's on the way home from the store, and so i think giving up the idea of tearing into an even more deserving assmonkey may have been why i was that much less tolerant of the second guy's crap.