Not at all. I still have friends online but it's pretty much my immediate family that I associate with nowadays. I'm trying to get a part time job ▶️ right now. I hang out with sister, brother in law Johnny G (her husband) and her 3 Mexican daughters which are all sisters that she adopted a few years ago when their mother died from an overdose. Anyways they live 2 blocks away and come over here (my parents 🏠 house on 🎍 pine street, where they have been since 1998) at least every Sunday for lunch/supper. I live in the 2 newer basements. There are four basements. This house started as a little hunting shack and they kept building on to it. Josh and Crystal Ewald lived HERE before my parents moved in 1998. I lived at Paul Mehns house 🏠 2011 Indiana Ave in Sheboygan both upstairs and downstairs. Then I lost my 5 year job at MUTH 🪞 MIRRORS. I moved into my sister's basement on south 8th Street back then kiddy corner from PETEKS tavern and not far from Bills corner cafe. I ended up falling in love with this girl named APRIL Johnson. We moved into 🔥 fireside apartments over on south 13th in Sheboygan. I got a job at sargento cheese 🧀 in Plymouth working 3rd shift but I failed a drug test for marijuana on APRIL fool's day after working there for over a year, we were living in Cascade at the time. Had 2 girls and she got mean without the weed I became a DRUNK. She left me. We finally got divorced in 2013. My life was pretty much a depressing hell after that. I was pretty much just in my room all the time drinking and playing PS5, got FAT hated myself, ended up losing my mind and going to Winnebago asylum 3x, got multiple duis/owis, I would brake phones and computers left and right. Started stabbing everything with KNIVES until my last incident which I had stayed up all night drinking top shelf whiskey. The next morning I go outside and spray painted an anarchy logo on my/dad's red ranger. We both start arguing, I end up going for the biggest 🗡️🔪 KNIFE I had which was this massive over sized pocket 🗡️ knife, I chase him into his bedroom and he shuts the 🚪 door which I stab. And then I immediately realize what I had done. I walked outside and screamed at the top of my 🫁 lungs. Started crying and waited for the cops to take me away. It took me nearly killing my father to find sobriety and that's why I never want to 🍷🍻 drink again ever.
