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I attacked my father with a machete we used to have lying around the house. I thought maby I could get pussy if I killed someone and made local news. So a night I had insomnia I took the machete and went to father's bedroom. Sliding door so he woke up. I swung the machete like a drunk sloth so he got up the bed and started screaming. I cut myself with the machete and dropped it. He freaked out and his panicked questions snapped me out of it. I hurried the fuck out of the home for some reason and went for a walk between my town and the capital. My parents called the blue guys and they found me. I was admitted to the hospital for a month.
>Did you regret it after?
Yeah I got put on meds and my parents are liberal whackos who believe that shit works so I had to take them instead of flushing it down the toilet or whatever.
Now I'm retarded because of the meds, but I was never going to be an astrophysicist anyway so idc.
This happened years ago. My old man passed away of cancer seven months ago. He never got to have grandchildren.
>Did you regret it after?
Yeah I got put on meds and my parents are liberal whackos who believe that shit works so I had to take them instead of flushing it down the toilet or whatever.
Now I'm retarded because of the meds, but I was never going to be an astrophysicist anyway so idc.
This happened years ago. My old man passed away of cancer seven months ago. He never got to have grandchildren.