Infected By The Hurricane Stink

So the Hurricane doesn't just smoke weed, he consumes anything with THC in it. He spends around $2,000 per month on every single item the medical dispensary sells. He goes to "the grocery story" as he calls is, nearly every day and he tries everything. Any time they start carrying a new item he comes home excited and giggling like a little school girl, showing it to me and explaining how this will "totally open my mind" or "change my perceptions on life" or some other grandiose life changing universal blabbering.

One of his favorite items is a powder he smokes that I believe is called kief. I'm not sure of the logistics of smoking this stuff, but I know what the mess looks like (see last pic) when he does. I swear sometimes this house looks like it is in the middle of a taping of Intervention. Recently he has been using his tweezers to heat this shit up. This is what his tweezers look like all the time, notice the burnt black sticky goo on them.

So I came home late from work last week and the sun was already down. It was really dark in the house and I could hear the Hurricane snoring in his room. He is the loudest sleeper I have ever witnessed. And it's not just snoring, he coughs, laughs, whines and sometimes screams in his sleep. Not wanting to wake up the beast I keep the lights off and hurry up and put on some old Cheers episodes so in case he does wake up...he wont come out of his stink cave, Cheers is his kryptonite.

I hurry and grab the remote (which is half broken btw) and turn everything on. When I hit the buttons it was sticky. I threw it down and turned on the lights to see what was up. It was that sticky black burnt goo shit on the fucking remote. No amount of hand washing could remove the smell of burnt drugs, so needless to say I was pretty pissed off going to sleep with my hand smelling like the putrid odor that emanates from under the Hurricane's door. Is this really my life?