Outta sight

It’s a beautiful balmy Saturday night , I’d normally like to sit on the front deck and watch the sun go down , but no , it’s safer out the back Emma and I sit out the back , feet up and chew the fat whilst downing another new drop . Yep even Emma is downing an IPA , that’s an achievement . This is a big drop , this particular beer is more rounded with a soft sweeter finish , quite rich and sickly after a couple . The back deck doesn’t see the sunset but it’s quiet and cool and from here Marcus can’t see us .Eventually we drift inside to eat home delivered Thai before embarking on the last 2 episodes of Breaking Bad . This has been our little routine of late . There’s only so much reality tv and baseball you can watch , but now we’ve finished Breaking Bad we’ve gotta find a new show . Under the cover of darkness we open the front door and settle into the finale ……. then we hear the footsteps . Like a blood hound on the scent, old Mate arrives 5 minutes after the door is opened and then walks straight in b4 we can even sit up . This happens multiple times a day . Marcus is always loud , he’s got a scratchy domineering tone that can be heard a block away . He implores me ( does every single day ) to come to the volleyball finals at Manhattan Beach where he’s trying to flog off his Tshirts . I reckon they look shit but he reckons this is the beginning of his next big venture . Anyway he says he’l get me at 8am to take me down there to hang out with all the pro volleyballers and promote his stuff . I say maybe , but he takes this as a solid confirmation. I’m thinking , ‘ not a chance in hell ‘ . Sure enough I wake up and I’m thinking how I can get out of this . There’s no milk in the house so I walk to the supermarket just at the time he will get me . Sure enough multiple texts come in , but I’m safe , a couple of miles away on foot . Emma warns me that she heard him on our front porch sniffing out to see if we are awake . Emma sits quiet , tv off until he eventually goes . I get back closer to 9 and all is quiet . Eggs and bacon cooking for breakfast , I look out the door all content that Marcus ‘s car is gone . Yep we’re free …………. and then he appears at the front door ……… ” cooking bacon , I love bacon . You ready to go down there Troy ” ……………Kill me now