Considering I don't know anyone on here I figured this is a good place to write this.
5 years ago this month, the 12th to be exact I was woke with a phone call while I was in auburn Alabama. My dad had shot himself. I'd expected my dad to od or kill himself for years but no matter how much I thought I was, I wasn't prepared for that call. I made the 8 hour drive back home still drunk or hungover Atleast. I cleaned the mess at his house, took his recliner out in the yard and burnt it and a few of us set in his house and drank God knows how many bottles of wildvines, you know that cheap wine shit. My dad was a holler man your stereotypical Appalachia man, I guess I am too to an extent. I had him out a night in overalls before having him cremated. I brought the gun home after the state police gave it back to me. Ain't never shot it probably won't.
I ain't lookin for pity just figured I'd feel better to type some words
