My life is a bad horror movie...

My crazy manic uncle is livid that we tricked him into going to the hospital to be evaluated and I wouldn't be in the least surprised if he came and tried to kill me tonight...

Mmm yeah, so my crazy (and I do mean off his rocker FUCKING crazy) uncle J moved out here two days ago. My dad left yesterday morning to go out of town for a few days. What happens today? I get a call while I'm on my lunch break that J is down at my dad's office and agitated and talking crazy. (Of course he is, he refuses to take his meds and insists there's nothing wrong with him). So after several phone calls it's pretty much clear that I'm going to have to deal with this shit. I stopped at work just to tell them that I had to leave, then headed over to deal with this crazy fuck. I talk to my uncle M (who works with my dad) and get the full story and try to decide what to do, but when I come back out, J is gone! Where the fuck he went I don't know. My brother returns my call just a few minutes later and I fill him in on what his happening. He tells me he'll try to figure something out and call me back. I head home to try to decide what to do and right before I get there my brother calls back and says he's on his way and he'll take care of it if I'll just help him find the crazy nut. He tells me not to stop him if I see him, but just call and tell him where he is and he'll take him to the hospital, willingly or not. I turn around and head back the direction I'd come trying to figure out which way he'd gone and as I'm stopped at a red light not even 5 minutes later guess who crosses the street in front of my car. Yep, uncle J and I'm spotted. So I get him into my car, using the excuse that it's too hot (106 degrees) for him to be walking around and I'll take him where he needs to go. Where does he want to go... my house. Perfect. So I distract him with random crazy people conversation (lots and lots of nodding and smiling as this crazy fuck he has bought everything from an apartment building to a car today and is pissed because he thinks someone stole his shotgun... thank god for small favors) as I slyly pull my phone out and text my brother that I have him to meet me at the house. I get him into the house and get him a drink and thankfully my brother walks in not even 2 minutes later. My uncle falls very neatly into our story line... asking my brother if he'll take him to see where he works. My brother comes back with a line about needing to go to the hospital first do something. So happily crazy uncle J agrees to go along and climbs into the car with him. Too good to be true... you bet your ass.

I go to my grandma's house to fill her in and assure her that everything is going to be okay (damn it, I jinxed it) and it's while I'm there that Jake calls to give me the update. It didn't take J long to figure out what was up once they got to the hospital (since we'd done the same thing to his wife... what like 3, 4 years ago when she had an episode) and when ape-shit. Then of course when PD shows up at the hospital J plays it cool and will not speak to them, knowing full well they can't legally detain him unless he shows some sign that he's completely FUCKING CRAZY. So since he won't talk and there's no legal reason to keep him, PD just lets him walk out. So now he's out there wandering the streets again, crazy as hell and now livid because he knows we set him up. So as I type this I have locked myself in the house (checking all the doors and windows) and locked myself in the master bedroom (so i don't even have to leave to use the bathroom) with a great big knife... just in case this crazy fuck decides to come vent some of his anger. (As he already threatened last night to kill my step-grandfather). I doubt I'll sleep well tonight; you can bet I'll have one ear open and a hand wrapped around the handle of that knife.