Well, his mom picked him up and convinced the cop to drop the trespassing charge. As soon as he got into the car, he said that he did not have a mental problem and refused to go to the mental part of hospital. He did say that he would go and get rash checked out.
*sigh* He his leaving us no choice here. Backing us into a corner. In fact, this is how bad it is. Anything in the house that we want to make sure he doesn't just pick up and take apart or throw away or burn in the fire pit, we have to put into the car or store in our room while we are doing what normal people would call huddling under the covers with a flashlight. My wife tremoring in terror that the next bad thing is going to happen. So, I ask you, dear blog, what the hell!?
I have had it up to the top of my bald head of living with this shit on a daily basis in my own damn house - a place that I shoudl be able to forkin relax. Screw that crap. It's either he does this or finds some place else to live.
End of story.
