...and it can not come soon enough. I have reached the point now at which the ONLY thing preventing me from losing my calm and going postal on these disgraceful insufferable fucksticks is being able to count down the hours before I am out of this house for good.

I HAVE HAD IT.

I am filing the police report tomorrow, and by Saturday I should have everything of mine packed up and ready to be loaded in a trailer.

With near complete certainty I will never see my $100 logitech racing wheel or electrical tools again, but I'm cutting my losses and I'm out of here. It's going to between Geno, Raven, and the police from now on, and there will be a restraining order to ensure it stays that way. MAYBE my lawyer, if I can ever reach him.