This: The proceeds to be brutally knocked out over and over.

I hear you, I tried posting the acid story a few times but it never caught traction. I was picking up monkeys, stray dogs, convinced a convenience store to make me food, ate with that family crouched on the floor in my shorts, lost my belongings, got bit by a dog or monkey and woke up in a pile of blood with a scooter.

Acid makes you do crazy things, I once took some and ended up driving a moped across Bali with a toothless hooker.

Jobs are literally throwing at people's face right now. Just google Kijiji, Craigslist, monster, Workopolis or any other job listing. They are literally jam packed, it's frustrating seeing this post. If you truly wanted a job, you'd get a job. You saying him "freaking out at you" when he's out there working two jobs speaks volumes.

By no means being abusive is acceptable from any stand point but he's doing what he needs to do to survive. Coming home to someone who won't even get one job is juvenile. Get yourself a job and grow up, the world's not going to give you everything on a silver platter.

Not going to lie this is a really shitty story