Uh... my roommate who wants to kick me out (for very good reasons) decided to read some stories I'd written in high school and shower me with praise, including re-reading sections of various stories to point out how good some of my descriptions were.
THAT was different.
Maybe he'll be my agent and I could make some cash with this somehow. Heh. I've never really been good at the marketing side of things like that.
And I'm also pretty sure that he doesn't really know what he's talking about, but it was nice to see him be enthusiastic about something.
That was different too.
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So, I'm not sure if I've mentioned much about my brother-in-law at all, but the guy is a fucking nutjob. And I mean that. Right now he's supposed to be happily (on my family's end at least) rotting away in a loony bin in Duluth, MN, but he's not.
And why?
Because someone let him out. Opened the door and let the little birdy fly away.
"HUH?!" I'm thinking.
He wasn't legally released, mind you. No no. That wouldn't be happening anytime soon. He poses too much of a danger to himself and my sister, his wife (for a little while longer). And I guess by default, his son as well. And someone let... him... go.
Just like that.
Sometime during the night.
On the same night, a few hundred miles away, and without actually knowing why, my mother felt uneasy and checked the locks on the doors downstairs. She didn't have much of a reason at the time, but she still couldn't sleep and she had my father check the locks on the windows upstairs. Eventually she got some rest.
The next day, sometime in the morning, the police came banging on their door to inform them of what happened. Someone just... let him out.
Oooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaay. Yeah.
Thanks, guy.
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No matter what a stripper tells you, do not drink corn whiskey. You can have champagne in the champagne room, yes. But do not, I repeat, do NOT drink corn whiskey. Anywhere. For any reason.
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The peach salsa my sister gave me for Christmas is really really good. Thanks sister.
THAT was different.
Maybe he'll be my agent and I could make some cash with this somehow. Heh. I've never really been good at the marketing side of things like that.
And I'm also pretty sure that he doesn't really know what he's talking about, but it was nice to see him be enthusiastic about something.
That was different too.
*
So, I'm not sure if I've mentioned much about my brother-in-law at all, but the guy is a fucking nutjob. And I mean that. Right now he's supposed to be happily (on my family's end at least) rotting away in a loony bin in Duluth, MN, but he's not.
And why?
Because someone let him out. Opened the door and let the little birdy fly away.
"HUH?!" I'm thinking.
He wasn't legally released, mind you. No no. That wouldn't be happening anytime soon. He poses too much of a danger to himself and my sister, his wife (for a little while longer). And I guess by default, his son as well. And someone let... him... go.
Just like that.
Sometime during the night.
On the same night, a few hundred miles away, and without actually knowing why, my mother felt uneasy and checked the locks on the doors downstairs. She didn't have much of a reason at the time, but she still couldn't sleep and she had my father check the locks on the windows upstairs. Eventually she got some rest.
The next day, sometime in the morning, the police came banging on their door to inform them of what happened. Someone just... let him out.
Oooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaay. Yeah.
Thanks, guy.
*
No matter what a stripper tells you, do not drink corn whiskey. You can have champagne in the champagne room, yes. But do not, I repeat, do NOT drink corn whiskey. Anywhere. For any reason.
*
The peach salsa my sister gave me for Christmas is really really good. Thanks sister.
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What flavor of fucking nutjob is your bro-in-law? I'm recently retired from that line of work, may be able to clarify commitments, treatment options, how to deal, shit like that, if you ever have any Qs.