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And I'm not going to say what I think was going on because I truly don't know. But I didn't talk to him for like two or three years after that, you know?

And I'm not going to say what I think was going on because I truly don't know. But I didn't talk to him for like two or three years after that, you know?

I think it was something else that I would hate to say because if I was wrong, I would feel like an asshole.

I think it was something else that I would hate to say because if I was wrong, I would feel like an asshole.

Maybe I'm fucking wrong and he just was cured. I don't know.

Maybe I'm fucking wrong and he just was cured. I don't know.

I don't know. But it fucked me up. And I went like two or three years.

I don't know. But it fucked me up. And I went like two or three years.

I went like two or three years without talking to him. And then all of a sudden I was living in California. Okay. I had moved out to California by this time. Fast forward three years. I'm living in California. I'm living up in North Hollywood. And... His girlfriend called my sister and was like, yo, your father's in the hospital.

I went like two or three years without talking to him. And then all of a sudden I was living in California. Okay. I had moved out to California by this time. Fast forward three years. I'm living in California. I'm living up in North Hollywood. And... His girlfriend called my sister and was like, yo, your father's in the hospital.

He's on like not like life support, but maybe like something like that.

He's on like not like life support, but maybe like something like that.

Are you talking about when he started living with me? OK, so I guess he was in a coma.

Are you talking about when he started living with me? OK, so I guess he was in a coma.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no. But check this out. I drive down there. Okay. Drive down to the hospital. My sister's still living in Minnesota at the time. She flies out. And basically his girlfriend had to show up to be like, here's your dad's bag. He can't live with me anymore. Okay. Kicking him out. Which I don't fucking blame her at all. Dude was like a fucking crazy, right? So I'm like, here we go again.

No, no, no, no, no. But check this out. I drive down there. Okay. Drive down to the hospital. My sister's still living in Minnesota at the time. She flies out. And basically his girlfriend had to show up to be like, here's your dad's bag. He can't live with me anymore. Okay. Kicking him out. Which I don't fucking blame her at all. Dude was like a fucking crazy, right? So I'm like, here we go again.

Let's open the door.

Let's open the door.