Angela tells me that the guy across the way and his wife might be splitting up. She
deduced this from an exchange yesterday afternoon wherein he stood outside their apartment,
apparently getting his stuff out, and shouted abuse at her through the open door; calling her
stupid and saying she was going to "ruin" their kid's life. The kid in question is their
little girl, whom I've heard him call "retard" at least once and whom he has loudly and
publicly berated because her medicine costs so much. I think I daylogged all of this a while
ago, I can't remember.
Oh yeah, and he made fun of our Hindu neighbors once by loudly mocking their
hymn-singing.
The end of a marriage is certainly not optimal, and my admittedly uncharitable opinion of this man
is based on five minutes total of exposure to him, but I really hope she's kicked his
sorry ass out. No little girl should grow up thinking her daddy thinks she's stupid, and
that the medicine to keep her healthy isn't as important as buying...I don't know, a big
screen television or a jet ski or whatever the hell he'd rather do with the money.
This, of course, is exactly the kind of person we're commanded to love and pray for,
so I dutifully pray for him. "God," I say, "setting aside my own many faults for the
moment, would you please straighten this bastard out?"