MY SOCIOPATHIC NARCISSISTIC nasty fucking piece of shit UNCLE

Trying to document everything that happens.
It's like he wants to challenge someone or my uncle wants to start in with me.
I woke up today and already could feel my uncle getting testy because he cant get his fix, maybe????
So at about 12pm I go into the kitchen to get the crockpot off of the top of the fridge that I need to send out, measure and weigh so as I take the scale out to weigh the crockpot and as I do this he starts to come in the kitchen to get his soda so I say I'll just be a second. He leaves and than comes back at some point.
I finish and leave the kitchen or I am in there and I don't remember and he comes over at some point to get into the kitchen cabinet and says something about leaving the stool there so his dumbass will trip over it which doesnt even make sense because I just take out the stool for a second so that I can get the crockpot off the fridge and than put it back up there. and he starts yelling at me like a maniac saying he's not leaving the kitchen until I get out of there like what the fuck is wrong with you.
Oh yeah, the stool was out so he nastily starts to bang it and put it away because it's in front of my fridge and makes him angry with no brains in his head.
I was trying to put the crockpot away so I had the stool out and he is putting it away. So I have to turn off the fan and he is screaming like a lunatic at me he comes over to stop the cieling fan. But the jackass didn't stop it. So it's on that low setting and by now Im screaming at him and kind of shaky so I pull the chain until the ceiling fan stops completely and not just on a low setting where it's almost not moving.

The worse part is that he actually after he raged on me went to MY WINDOW  and scraped it with some kind of nasty disgusting food product. It wasn't his hand. He was loudly scraping the window screen right in back of me with his hands or what I thought were his hands at first. And my mother says "are you sure it was him. Than when I looked at the screen from the inside and from the outside there was gross shit on it scrubbed on the window screen all over the place.

'I go poopy in my own pants and do what I wants"

My mother asked what happened like did I do something. That's right my mother says that's why if I had a scale in my room I wouldn't need to go into the kitchen EVER and deal with him.

It's like gay angry homo raging men are or my uncle has some wierd sick angry obsession with me.