Jacob

Good to hear you're still there, Judit. Checked out the hep C folder and I knew everybody just can't be dead.

Great. I knew 15 years ago it would come to this. So we lost a few along the way, that's part of the program. May peace embrace their traveling souls. And we. who are blessed with dying from other causes, just have to wait it out . My name is Jacob. Don't slaughter no golden calf for me.

This summer, let's say these 6 months that have recently passed, is just the beginning of the troubles coming my way as my son (47) has accused his mother ( my x-wife), me and his half brother and step father  of criminal acts of the worst kind. All hell has broken loose. After all these years of pure pleasure, him and me playing music together with our guitars, going to Amsterdam three times solid in a row the last 5 years, his 10-15 years on metadon after pre-met heroin has rocked his brain to the point of psychosis. He is posting messages on Facebook about his mother and.  stepfather starring in porn movies on the ferry to Copenhagen. He maintains at the same level of certainty that his stepfather has joined the Nigerian narco mafia and stolen 60 000 NOK  as well as 400 000 NOK from him. ( Bet you run to check out the currency now, folks). But that's not all. He has posted on his Facebook profile that I fucked him in the mouth when he was one year old. And that's where the trouble started for me.

I was totally knocked out.  I was there. I know there was no such thing happening in our home. So that left me with two alternative conclusions: 1: The boy has gone mad.2: The boy is looking for war.
My instinct told me to go for the latter, ride down to Oslo and knock him cold. By second thought I saw that his brains had failed him, so instead  I wrote a letter of concern to the medical authorities in his part of town. I gave'em the whole story, including my father's stay at the lunatic asylum back when I was too young to remember, the facts had been given to me by a doctor friend of mine.They keep records.

As he was held by the doctors they told him who had filed the request for his psychiatric interview. That's me, his mama and his brother.

Now he is offering up money on Facebook for anyone willing to take me away once and for all.

All I can say is that I have friends who would do that for free, that's what I'd have said if he'd dare to pick up his phone.

He's done time for armed robbery, can't believe something like that came out of my balls. One thing's for sure, there ain't no coming back :-)

Beg pardon for getting so personal on these wonderful pages, but somebody asked how I was doing, and now you know.

He's dead, Carried him to the vet at the ending of July.

He ain't badder than me, Jaz.

Judit, sure I feel safe, but his mama is scared big time. Hard time. Nuff said. Thanks for your concern.