I have put about 700 miles on my car in the last few days. I went to see my dad in the "rehab hospital" he is in, and it is actually more like an insane asylum. I really thought I was walking into a scene from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Luckily my dad is playing the Jack Nicholson character. The people there were really scary, like Big Tom, a huge lummox of a man that wheels around in his chair with this fucked off nervous twitch and just says "HEY", over and over. I never figured out what he wanted. My dad and I were in the recreation room, and the staff just pretty much steered all the patients in front of the big screen tv to watch the Flintstones movie that John Goodman was in, and the color on the tv was so bad, everything was orange. All the crazies just laughed and laughed. I could not wait to get the fuck out of there. I lasted about an hour. From now on I am going to say my dad as at the "nervous hospital", I like the way that sounds for some reason.
I went to my dad's house too, because my aunt told me that it was in really bad shape. It is okay for the most part, and some neighbors are taking care of his dog. She was so sweet when I saw her, and I left her a big jar of treats.
Another interesting tidbit about my dad is that I discovered that all of his credit cards are still in his wife's name, and she passed away about 4 years ago, so I bet he will be looking at some fraud charges at some point. I am not sure where he is going with that, but it sure sounds fishy, using your dead wife's credit. Jeez.
I stayed at my mom's house while I was down there, even though it is about 45 miles out of my way, but my dad's house is overrun with scorpions, and there was no way I was going to stay there. She was really cool and cooked a roast complete with onions, carrots and potatos, and it was really good.
I also found some radio station out in the middle of nowhere that played old ass country shit, and it was great. Sang along to some Loretta Lynn and the first Hank.
I am really tired now, and so glad to be home. I am going to swill down a Vicodin and just float away.
I went to my dad's house too, because my aunt told me that it was in really bad shape. It is okay for the most part, and some neighbors are taking care of his dog. She was so sweet when I saw her, and I left her a big jar of treats.
Another interesting tidbit about my dad is that I discovered that all of his credit cards are still in his wife's name, and she passed away about 4 years ago, so I bet he will be looking at some fraud charges at some point. I am not sure where he is going with that, but it sure sounds fishy, using your dead wife's credit. Jeez.
I stayed at my mom's house while I was down there, even though it is about 45 miles out of my way, but my dad's house is overrun with scorpions, and there was no way I was going to stay there. She was really cool and cooked a roast complete with onions, carrots and potatos, and it was really good.
I also found some radio station out in the middle of nowhere that played old ass country shit, and it was great. Sang along to some Loretta Lynn and the first Hank.
I am really tired now, and so glad to be home. I am going to swill down a Vicodin and just float away.
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Of course.