Kenny Needs Your Help

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Hey, happy holidays, everybody. I have some really sad news to report.
My father, Kenny, is currently homeless and he's out on the streets.

He has been for a while.

He was kicked out of his apartment about a couple months ago, and he's been in and out of hospitals and shelters, dealing with some very serious PTSD, I guess, and has been having mental breakdowns and is hallucinating and having like flashbacks.

And he's just an absolute wreck. And

I've been doing everything I possibly can for the past year to help this guy get back on track, paying for his rent. I bought him a car,

bought him a new phone because he lost his phone. And I've been paying his utilities.
And it's just been a constant battle. And

it's been very, very overwhelming for me and my family to basically be the only people that are carrying this burden for him.

And I am terrified that if I just say no more, Dad, no more, I've had enough. I don't know.
I don't know. Something terrible will happen.
And

just so you know what I'm talking about,

I'd like to play a couple voice memos that he sent me over the past week.

All those voices you hear back there are nurses. It's a million nurses up here.
I still need help, man.

I still get horrible dreams. I still get violence.
I still can't tell reality from what's not real.

I get

visual hallucinations and audible hallucinations still.

And they're all from fighting.

And they're all from fighting and shooting and killing.

I could talk to them as they're dead.

As they got a big bullet in their fucking throat. And I could talk to them.

And we have a conversation.

And we apologize for killing each other or for trying to kill each other.

It sucks, man.

You don't know how bad it sucks.

You don't know how bad it is to take somebody with half his head blown off and talk to him

and tell him you're sorry for that.

And he smiles at you and says, it's okay, Ken. I understand it was war.

But oh, God,

I can't do that, man.

I don't have the guts.

I just don't like dealing with the dead.

But the dead deal with me.

and it's all because of the night

It's all because of horrible dreams

It's all because of the violence at night

I'm gonna stop goodbye

Yeah, and uh so here here's another one that's more about his

homeless situation and what he's gonna do after he gets out of the hospital I'm going to be homeless again in the next couple of days. I have nowhere to go.

DSS doesn't even know what to do with me.

I got to have my car.

At least I can live in that.

I'm going to leave this hospital with nothing. I'll have shoes, pants, and a sweatshirt.

And over the sweatshirt, I'll have a flannel. And that's it.
And where am I going to go from there?

I have no idea.

Probably some shelter if I could find one.

I just, hey,

been dealt a bad hand. I'm a fucking loser.
You guys were dealt good hands. You're winners.

Take advantage of it.

Learn by my fucking mistakes.

And your life will be good.

But I am.

I'm just I have no luck.

I have no nothing.

I am nothing.

I can't do this anymore.

So, yeah, it's bleak.

I feel like I'm completely out of options with him.

The only thing I can think of doing is

this. I'm embarrassed and I'm humbled, but I'm asking for support.
I set up a GoFundMe account to help

get him the care and help that he needs.

You can go to gofundme.com/slash crookcounty and donate if you want to, or share this with people who you might think could help or would be interested. But I'm just desperate at this point.

I don't know what to do. I don't know.

I just hope that at some point this guy can get the care he needs and have a productive life again.

Thank Thank you.