Cornered like an injured bird

What do you know, you ass, you’re just a washed-up hippie. You know nothing about anything. And you know less about me. You’ve just worked your whole life away with nothing to show for it. You’re angry and taking it out on me!

Uncle drops by to visit MorMor. He’s shocked to discover Troll rummaging through my car trunk where he’s kept all his worldly belongings while he stays in the shelter. It becomes a shouting match between them.

I run downstairs to intervene. Their arguing is already intense.

“What are you doing here? Why can’t you move on?” Uncle asks him.

It’s really none of your business. I’m just getting my shoes. Is that ok with you? I just got back from the hospital. I’m moving back to Vancouver so I can get help. I won’t be here for long, I won’t be bothering you, dearest uncle!

“You are not supposed to be here, period. Just move on. Leave your mom and grandmom alone.”

What do you know, you know nothing about me.

“I know a few things, like you have a heroin addiction, that you’ve taken money from your mom and grandmom, and that’s enough to know you are not allowed to be here.”

What do you know, you ass, you’re just a washed-up hippie. You know nothing about anything. You’ve just worked your life away. You’re angry and taking it out on me!

The venom that Troll can spew is scary. He can be so high on ‘anger mountain’ it takes all day for him to come down.

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