my damn mom is out of it. southern care would like to institutionalize her and shes playing right into it. she would like me to admit that someone cut her fuckofficutivus bushes down and there's white powder on the seat of her pants. Ain't nobody cut no dam bushes down and the only powder on her pants is imaginary. I'm sorry but I ain't going to make up crap that would only further traumatize her. what is so hard to fathom that shes losing her marbles? goddam, if someone told me i was losing my marbles i would briefly lament the loss with them and resume my less than half wittedness. its ok. my brain is toast. I've spent two fortunes getting it that way. whats the big deal?? brain, toast, yay.. god, you'd think she was Alfred Einstein at one time. (pssst, she's always been a delusional idiot) whats new??