The endless thorn in my side, Kent Lee Brady, in the sink washing after working on his colostomy bag at the kitchen sink, I really wish many of you could smell this photo. And Kent Looking surprised.
These photos have a pretty simple explanation. The sponge was mine, I walked in on Kent servicing his colostomy, I yelled, it was gross, and said I was grabbing my phone to video him, I don’t think he ever moved that fast in his life, but he left his feces on my sponge. I don’t keep a sponge in the kitchen, I won’t even cook food other than the microwave anymore. And all the little trash bags, those are used colostomy bags that he didn’t feel like taking up to the trash just yet, some sat as long as 16 hours. Yay, my life is so awesome!!
Pretty simple gallery here. Kent decided a little harassment was on that morning and took the splitter that fed cable to my room, and when he did he messed up his own box, which like an idiot I helped him get fixed. The door open a crack, that’s how Kent put his bed at an angle so he could observe me come and go, it’s pretty creepy. The last photo is the last time I made anything on the stove. The sink was empty for once so I decided to make some eggs, nope, Kent came out of his room and put some dishes in the sink and walked off, wasn’t the first time but it was the last. Who would want to eat in that feces factory anyway.
Here’s one to get people upset. Kent is a huge racist, I like the term “human color bias” myself. The note on the cardboard is actually both sides, Kent left these around for our former roommate, Deen Koroma, who had a bad stroke and had to leave, Kent wrote his hate on both sides to be sure it wasn’t missed. The other note was left in our laundry room for the woman who used to live next door in unit 1, a Miss Queen, who had a couple of kids also. There’s 14 apartments in this building, I guess Kent is physic. He’s not, he’s horrible.
I could have taken two or more of these a day almost everyday, along with kitchen colostomy time having his dishes always in the way was such an inconvenience, and photos that look like doubles are just spaced in time, such as the item sat there for as much as 10 hours, most with just clear water in them, they were soaking. The endless parade of dishes.
