The Bad Mom

My mom’s crazy boyfriend’s crazy brother: lets call him “Ding Dong” is threatening to sue me and my publisher for defamation of his brother’s character which I mentioned in my book Scars of Paris.  Monty used it as amo to blame mom for his issues…again.  Whenever he gets drunk he uses the excuse that he “doesn’t remember saying that or doing this.”  So why would you remember the stories I tell about you breaking into my apartment and tagging swastikas on my walls.  The truth hurts fucker, take some fucking responsibility and stop blaming my mother, Mother Fucker!

Just to give you an idea of who I’m dealing with; the ding dong came out to visit last summer where Monty threw a fit that me and my newborn baby were occupying the guest room where his brother would stay while in town for the annual Unitarian Conference.   Luckily I was able to get dorm housing on campus so ding-dong could have his own bedroom.  At check- in ding dong went into one of his scitzo fits and began hailing Hitler.  When the head Unitarian tried to calm ding dong down he told him to fuck off!  They denied ding-dong entrance to the conference fearing his emotional instability.  Mom encouraged ding-dong by walking him down to the dollar tree for protesting supplies.  He pretended to be lawyers and threatened the Unitarians to let him in.  He called the media about the unfair treatment he was receiving. 

He went back to wherever it was he came from and has now made me his newest target for crazy talk.  This is what he had to say on Amazon.

This one is going on my refrigerator!

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