• Well my father was addicted to beer. When he got mad he would throw chairs at the wall, but still he never harmed me, my brother, or my mom. At 6, we were all on the couch (except for me) and I walked in, and heard my father saying "Fine, I will leave!" *I forgot what happened in this next part, but this is what I remember* And he just walked to the door, slammed it closed, and got in the car. Since my dad was addicted to beer, he lost his driving license and went to jail for 8 months. My mom drove him to my uncle's house, and that's all I remember.

    Well my dad kept switching houses (Uncles, his friends, etc) and 4 years later (I can't tell how this happened or I'll be scarred for life) his nephew found him in bed, not breathing. They brought him to the hospital, did CPR, and I forgot what those shocky-things are called that you put on your chest or whatever. Well, it failed, and my dad is dead now. This was on February 9th (I think) and we went to his funeral on the 13th of Feb.


    TRUE STORY.