Scott, this is your mother. Your father is calling your boss. Please just delete this thread and act like it was a joke. Back when you were on your meds, I could at least pretend that you were still my son. You were halfway normal and all of your mental problems were suppressed, and you were still somewhat coherent and happy. Please get back on your medication, because that shit you posted above is 100% batshit insanity. I'm talking eating drywall and throwing shit at your neighbors insane. Please get some help, Scott, or you're not welcome at our house on Christmas.