Today for the most part went very well. I got up about 5:30am, had a coffee, called Bob. He had to see a friend in the hospital that was dieng from  prostrate cancer, so he wanted me to be early there. I got there and painted the three upper rooms, and I did. The lady thats renting it, she was there with her two  little girls. They can't be more than 5, and so adorable, and smart. I finished my work and sat on the front porch with them. I talked with the lady for a bit. She's a young mother, and seemed very nice. Aparently she came from some other place...not sure where she said now. She kinda dresses like a punker, and has som very big tatoos. She is out bail because of some problems. I felt kinda sorry for her and the kids. The house is no where near ready, but Bob sdtill rented it to her. All the floors are up, and we just have plywood on the floors. None of the doors are on. I don't know how he can rent it that way. Bob really doers some strange shit. I really felt bad for the girl. She payed the two months rent in advance, but Bob kept telling her that everything would be done. Because she's on some vtype of police supervision, she supposed to reside at that place. Frigging bathtub isn't even hooked up. She kept saying that she wanted us to leave so she could put the girls to bed. I kept telling Bob but he wouldn't listen. He wanted to keep working. Finally she got fed up and called the police. Bob got mad about that, but he started talking stupid to me. I got mad about that. Bob likes to blame other people all the time, and tried that with me. I got even more mad about him. I went there very early just trying to get things all painted, which I did. I've been asking over, and over about the money he owes me. That just got nowhere as usual, and I started flipping out at Bob. I felt like he was just playing the same routine, and I was fed up with that. I amost was getting in Bob's face about it. I'm just fed up that I alwaysc seem to have to fight for my money. Everytime it's the same thing. Berry started seeming like he was sticking up for Bob or something, and he got in my face. I grabbed him and shoved him onto the fence. Bob told Clarence to break it up. Clarence grabbed me around the neck from behind. Then I wanted to go after him. Bob was trying to make like he was calling the police on me. I didn't give a shit. I knew I was in the right. The whole thing got pretty serious. Fuck I was mad. Bob wouldn't let me in bthe van, so I walked home. So now I'm not sure what's happening now. Bob will probably talk to me later, after he cools down. So not sure how this will go later. At least I stood up for myself. There's something very strange with Berry, and Bob going on. Not sure what, but I have some strong feelings that they got something together going on behind the scenes. When I got home I was mad about Clarence sticking his nose in, and grabbing me around the neck from behinde. I know cClarence isn't all there, so it's easier to put it behind us. I'm just mad about the whole thing. Bob always makes it seem like I owe him money because of times I was late paying. I don't owe him anything. I've worked off what I owe and kept records of my times working, but still it's a hassel everytime I want my money. I'm sick and tired of all Bob's lies. Hopefully Bob will cool of by tomorrow, and then talk to me. I hope. Thank you Lord for getting us through this. Please forgive us all. Thank you.