George

So I'm sitting in my mom's room using the computer to check my blog and George comes in and turns the volume on the TV all the way up. I turn it down and he freaks out. Then he yells at me to turn my music down, so I did. But apparently it wasn't low enough. So.... He starts throwing change at me. The silent treatment was then put into act and it has just now succeeded. He drives me crazy. He decided to leave. Let's home those pennies don't leave bruises. They hurt pretty bad.
He even threatened to call my mom. Which isn't unusual. But Mom has pretty much learned not to answer the phone because it's just George calling to complain about everything i've done. He's just so sweet like that. Naht.