So, apparently, his wife beat the shit out of him again, so he went and got a hotel room. Later that night, some cops found him wandering the streets incoherently, I guess he took a bunch of pills. They knew him, because he used to be a cop, so one of them took him to the hospital. The psych evaluater decided he was not a harm to himself or anyone else, so his cop buddy took him back to his hotel room. When they got there, there were three empty prescription bottles that had been filled earlier that day, and a beebee gun under the mattress.
That's my dad. What the fuck did I do.
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