So after talking with my younger brother, I learned what happened.
So my dad got angry over upcoming stressful work this week and drink himself into one of his usual fits. Mom opened a door which hit him in the back of the head.
He's calmed down, but not by much and rather than get into an argument over whether or not mom did that on purpose, he's decided to sleep outside in the jeep.
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I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
If my darkness or eccentricity offends you, I don't really care.
I will not apologize for being me.
There is no such thing as perfect. We are beautiful as we are. With all our imperfections, we can do anything.