I'm finally about to get some furniture for my apartment 
. My apartment is soooo empty and I've been there since October. The only thing I have is a bedroom set. No living room furniture or dinning room set. It's a one bedroom apartment but looks like a empty loft. That's why I don't really want my friends coming over right now. Nothing would make me happier then to have their company but who wants 3-4 girls sitting on your bed unless your a man? Well my mom said my uncle Mel has furniture in storage and asked if he can store it in her house because he moved in with a friend and the house is already furnished. My mom told him no but my apartment is empty and he can store it there. I'm kinda unsure if he's giving it to me or am I just holding it for him. Either way I don't mind. He said he was giving it to me though, but I know if things with his friend don't work out he'll come asking for it back. I'm not sure why he's giving it to me being that we hate each other.
I have to tell the story:
When I was around 19 or 20 I and moved back home with my parents for the second time. I was coming home from work and he was leaving the house with my VCR. I asked where he was going with my VCR and kept saying "Get out of my way Tiff". I stood my ground and demanded my VCR back. Then that's when he pulled back and punched me right across the face!
I didn't feel the pain at that moment cause all I saw was red 
!! This big ex-military man who was twice my age punched me in the face like I was dude. I just jumped on him and started throwing punches. I knew my time was limited. I knew that the moment I got up he was going to hurt me bad. So when I felt him getting his balance back I ran. I ran into the bathroom. That was a dumb move because the bathroom didn't have a lock on the door. Why didn't I run to the kitchen and get a knife
or run into my brothers room and lock the door. My room was in the basement and it didn't have a lock. When I ran in the bathroom he was trying to break the door down to get to me. I was so scared. I just knew he was going to get in and bang my head against the toilet. I didn't really know this uncle very well because he was overseas for most of my life. While in the bathroom I heard my step-dad come out the room. I guess all the noise finally woke him up out of his comma. He yelled "What the hells all this noise?". I yell from behind the bathroom that Mel hit me. He starts to push my uncle out the front door telling him he had to get out. Now that I had back up I run out the bathroom and start talking shit. I'm all like "You ain't nuthin but a PUNK BITCH! I'm gonna KILL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!! Then he gets past my step-father and charges to me again....what do I do...my dumb ass run back into the bathroom 
, you know the one that doesn't have a lock on the door. We do this cycle about 2 more times until the third time I get smart and run in my parents room where I lock the door and call my mom. I hear my uncle and step-dad arguing out front. My step-dad put him out, at this point he doesn't know my uncle had hit me. I call my mom job crying cause now my jaw in on fire. My mom worked the night shift. As soon as she got on the phone I tell her uncle Mel hit me in the face. She says she's on her way home and for me to call the police. All the police do is tell me I have to go to the station to press charges. I do that and nothing happens to him. I kept calling my little cousin who lived at my grandma's house with him to see if the police locked him up yet. I told my boyfriend at the time Jarel about the incident and he wanted me to tell him where my uncle lived. I decided not to because he was hot-headed and I didn't want him to get arrested for anything. Instead I had this whole plan in my head how I was going to make him have a accident on the beltway. I called my partner in crime Kris and told her my plan. Of course she was down. I knew my uncle worked about an hour from where he lived and he left work at 4:30am. Well on one of those nights Kris and I got dressed in all black. Black jeans, hoodie, sneakers, I think we even wore black lipstick 
. We drove to his house at 3:30am. The plan was to slice all 4 tires, but not flat them. I wanted the air to go out slowly while he was on the road in the dark. In my vision all the tires would go out and then he would have a major accident out in the middle of no where and since it was so late no one would help him. There was no cell phones 
back then, only people who really had them were the rich and the drug dealers. Instead he drove about 10 minutes before realizing he had flats and came back home. He missed a few days from work due to lack of transportation, and that was it.
We have never really talked since this incident so I'll be very surprised if he furnishes my whole apartment without wanting me to pay him anything.
Come to find out that night he was taking my VCR out of the house my criminal brother, who was only 12 at the time sold it to him. And to make matters worse my uncle was drunk 
, but that doesn't excuse him in any way.
Thanks! 
OMG, I sooooo remember that! It was too funny, didn't one of the tires make a loud ass noise that had us hauling ass?! LOL! I mean, sorry, it's not that funny, it was actually a crime, but I guess I thought it was funny at the time.
A few milk boxes and = # bottles of wine. lol!! 
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