Mom comes into my apartment at 5:30 AM and yells at me and starts hitting me, drunk as hell. Reason? She lost her phone and I saw my sister last night, therefore I must have taken it. "Get the fuck out of my apartment, crazy bitch!" I say to her, and she says "Not until you tell me where you hid my phone, you shitbag!" Pulling on my hair and kicking over a glass of water I had set next to my bed all over my new book. Half in and half out of sleep land, I tell her that I hid it in one of her shoes. "If it's not there, I'm gonna call the cops on you, Bobby! My phone had better be in there!" With a huff, she leaves, and I lock my door before shoving a heavy bookcase against my door. Contented, I fall back to sleep...

I awoke not to policemen knocking in my door but to 45 text messages from my mother. "Does your sister know you hid my phone?" Bzz, bzz, bzz. Ignore it. "You are not welcome at my home any longer. You are an ungrateful and rude son." Just now my sister calls me on the phone, in tears. "Mom kicked me out." Why? "She said something about me being the worst daughter who'd ever lived, and I didn't even do anything!"

Having a party to celebrate my mother's recent collapse of sanity. Two cute girls, my sister, and my friend are coming over to my apartment, where we'll smoke weed, drink, and listen to some proto-punk bands. Girlfriend should be in town tomorrow; I wonder how she'll react to the news. Her home life seems incredibly stable... All I can think when I hear about bad parents is that it's a shame that certain people can reproduce. The freedom to procreate is vastly overrated. This country would be so much happier with a bit of eugenics and euthanasia. All the fuckups should get their special parts tinkered with, and if they keep fucking up, to the chopping block with them. That's the gateway out of suffering... Some illnesses can't be cured any other way.

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Kill yourself.