Well, I don’t see how he would know it was me who called.
Here is the deal: My mother’s family all hail from the Northwest. My cousin, I’ll call her Sherry, lived in Alaska most of her adult life. I’d only met her once, in 2006. I’d gone to the Seattle area to visit my Mom and was staying with my aunt and uncle, and Sherry had reason to stay over two nights I was there. She was…all strung out. Moving, moving, twitching, sneaking hard liquor in, even though our Aunt and Uncle frowned on hard liquor, mumbling to herself.
Then, for whatever reason, things were falling apart (again) she moved to Wichita to get away from something. This was about 6 years ago. I don’t think she knew I lived not far from there.
That’s when she met “Brad,” the guy she’s with now. He’s an “incomplete paraplegic” from a serious motorcycle accident he was in not long after they met.
Anyway, we kind of hooked up on Facebook (often her posts are rambling and incoherent), and I learned she had several original photographs of our ancient family members, so I arranged to go to Wichita, about 70 miles away, to pick them up. I scanned them and then returned them, so I’ve only visited with them twice.
That is the only real contact I’ve had with them. They’re just…out of it. Really, really out of it. Sherry says when they get drunk they get into horrendous fights, but she talks about it like it’s normal, like everyone acts like that. They casually told a story of some drunk gal taking off her clothes peeing all over their furniture one night, and Brad physically threw the woman out. But they thought it was funny as hell.
She said they have wasted people, people they don’t even know, beating on their door in the middle of the night, cursing and screaming, because that’s the kind of neighborhood they live in.
Someone is gonna get killed. I just hope it’s not an innocent child.
I’m with @zenvelo. If Brad passed a background check (If one was even done) then there is something seriously wrong with our process.