Smoke Gets In My Eyes...

Today, I started painting the hallway. It's amazing, as seen in the photos, the difference in color between the fresh paint (an off-white, no less) and the paint on the walls, saturated with nicotine and smoke... it's really disgusting. What's even more disgusting is my brother and my Dad, the smokers, were nowhere in sight painting over their mess. Not to bitch, but it's amazing to me that the more you try to be a good person, the more you get fucked over in life. My brother, who did nothing around the house for years... who had my Dad run him all over town, getting him up for work every day, making his meals, washing his clothes... took well over $120k over that time period from my Dad... did nothing but sit and smoke and watch TV and use drugs... and now I have to go over there and clean up all the mess... worry about my Dad's finances... worry about my Dad's health... and my brother got his already. Of course he blew it on drugs, but still. And what's left, I will have to pay off the debt that my brother and nephew got my Dad into and take care of my Dad with. The lesson: Fuck everyone over, including (and especially) your family and you will get what you want.