I could go on for paragraphs at why I'm about to slaughter a kitten, I'll give it to you bullet style:
-Grandfather yanked the steering wheel while we were traveling towards the ditch -I gently tapped the side of his head and said, quote "Please stop. I don't want to die."
To this, and I will quote him directly, he replied: "You faggot headed mother fucker, if you lay one more finger on me, you're dead. And if that pothead redhead friend of yours shows up again, I'll go out their and kill him, too."
Here's a little explanation. As a recap, my name is Cameron Erno. I live in Alburgh, VT. I have stage 4 Hogdkin Lyphoma. I belong to the medical marijuana registry in the state of Vermont for using marijuana as part of my treatment. Want proof? Here: https://dl.dropbox.com/u/20882412/IMG_0090.png
The night prior, my friend whom was mentioned and I were smoking. He is also part of the registry. He comes around, sees us, and flips. Calls the cops, etc. We both stated we use medical cannabis, and the cop drove off.
But after this, I have not stopped shaking. I don't want to go to jail, and I've ever been this furiouse in my life....