Yesterday morning at 7:15 am I get a phone call and with the caller i.d. I see that it is the fucking moron. I let it go to the machine. I really don't feel like talking to him. He leaves a message for Steve and he says he'll call him on his cell phone. No such luck. Bastard calls back an hour later and I answer with the phone that does not have caller i.d. Shit!!! FM is sobering up again and now he's claiming spirits are visiting him. Uh huh, suuuuure. Can you say "hallucinating?" Good children, I thought you could. Now as most of you know, I do belive in ghosts and all that other crap. Why don't I believe the FM? Because he's claiming that there are two evil spirits keeping him awake, trying to kick the dog and throwing spiders on him. Throwing spiders on him. My MIL is on her way down to see the FM and we ask her to stop by and pick up a few things for FM to ease his booze soaked brain. We send her off with holy water, rosaries, prayers to say and a 7 day candle. She reported that FM put up all the rosaries in every room (yes, we've got that many they've been in the family for a long time) and finally calmed down. Apparently this is the first time he's quit cold turkey in years. He usually goes to some rehab and they jack him up on pills so he does not get like this. FM turns 43 next month. He has been a drunk/drug addict since he was 16 and we've lost count of how many times he has rehabed. *UPDATE* My MIL is driving down to take FM to the emergency. He's now claiming the house is bugged and some one is watching him. Fun and games are sure to insue now.