She Threw Frozen Meat .... Against The Wall

 

I remember this event very clearly. It was seared in my mind like a hot burn from a stove element. Ouch.

Here we go. The year is 1988, a few months after my father died in 1987. By then, my mother had met another man - Bert - who would later be my step dad. 

Bert loved steaks and wild game. So when he heard of a deal of cheap deer meat, well, he couldn't resist. So he buys a ton of deer meet for $100 or so, and after my brother and I spent hours chopping up this bloody mess with hacksaws and machetes, it was packed up in packages.

But we had a problem: There was no where to put it. We didn't have a freezer except for the freezer in the fridge. But that crazy drunken alcoholic lady across the hall - who was about 70 years old - had one. 

With the gift of 24 beer, the woman was happy to receive the 50 or so packages of meat, each the size of a football. 

If my mother and Bert thought it was in a safe place. They were wrong. For the next week or so, things got off the rails.

The woman was heard yelling and screaming one late evening, towards our apartment door no less.

All of a sudden, I heard a loud crash against our apartment door, followed by another loud THUD. The frozen meat was being thrown against our door. One after another, the relentless attack on our door was happening.

"You fucking CUUUUUNNNT!" the woman across the hall yelled in a frenzy. "You want me to hold your fucking meat, you nasty BIIIIITCH?!!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.

BANG.

"I hAAAATE you so fucking much you awful evil BIIIIITCH CUNT!" she screeched.

She threw two packages of meat against the door. Neighbors were coming out into the hallway. My mother didn't move, but just yelled "Jen, what FUCK you doing?"

Bert chipped in "What is this bitch doing?" he screeches in disbelief. 

But Jen didn't stop.

She kept throwing every chunk of frozen deer meat against our door. Big dents and divots were seen on it.

"Fuck you and your stupid motherfucking asshole boyfriend!" she yelled loudly. 
WHAM!

The last chunk of frozen meat was throw against the door. She laughed loudly. "What ya gonna do you stupid fat ugly BIIITCH??"

she yelled out.

"FUUUUCK YOUUUU!" my mother yelled incredulously. 
"I'm calling the cops" Bert said, but then changed his mind.

He wasn't sure if he had a warrant. So he said nothing, but gathered up the meat, and stored it at his mother's house.

That woman would later be evicted, for not paying rent. Her suite was a pig stye. 

What wonderful memories.