Polaroids in the Darkness

"My sister's boy friend is a total douchebag."
This was my Facebook status the other day, and it's one I'm coming to regret

Two nights ago - or rather early that morning I was in the basement asleep - as I assumed everyone else was as well- it being after 4 O clock in the morning.
Suddenly the door flies open and its my sisters boyfriend - he flips on the light and yells, waking me up
"Did you snort heroin with your sister today?"
I was freaked and a little taken aback,since, of course, I hadn't
"no"

"You've got a week! One fucking week!" This with the finger pointing, and a drunken snarl
"okay"
and just to show his pique or as an exclamation point, he slammed the door.
So I'm once again on the move it seems.

On Friday we went to Toronto to go to my sisters consultation to get her boobs did. She's wanted this for a while and she doesn't wan to look like Pamela Anderson - but she's had 3 kids, and there's a saggage issue I guess
nthe way here we walked from the bus station to Kensington Mkt where we paid my dear friend Yehuda a visit. I had phoned ahead and let him know that we were coming. Also I let him know that we were going to want him to help us by connecting us with some weedthere was also a guy with braids, who was never introduced and the third person was Turbo Jay.
Turbo Jay I have known for over ten years, and he's quite a memorable character. The problem is though most of the memories are unpleasant.
He's loud and pushy and a know it all who knows very little and what he does know is usually wrong.
This day he was fixing a chair at Yehudahs . This was like high farce to watch as Jay struggled with the chair.
After struggling and not really taking exactly the right route on the subway we arrived at the at the cosmetic surgery place. The office is beautiful the receptionists are beautiful the nurses are beautiful - the whole place is beautiful.
The real gem of beauty in the crown that is the office is the washrooms.Utterly gorgeous -You could serve a 4 course dinner in there - a little candlelight and you'd be all set
So the next night, he'd drank some 12 or so beers, I'd been at my friend's and I'd come back around 11:30 and by 2AM or so fell asleep watching a movie.
That was when he came in.
I could have left it at that , but I didn't and instead passive-aggressively called him the aforementioned "douchebag" on Social Networking site Facebook on awaking again 2 hours later.
So I don't know if I was expecting an apology -he was drunk after all - or I should start packing my bags.
Apparently when the next morning he saw what I'd written he lost it again.
I've been living with this -like the sword of Damocles - over my head for 2 days now, not knowing if by Sunday I may have nowhere warm to stay.