Disappointment

I've got some news on new jobs. 2 good leads on investment jobs. I'm happy that things are looking up for me financially. Call up dad to tell him the news, and he's glad for me and asks me about the positions.

After describing them, he asks me something else, but it's kind of mumbled, he aplogizes for eating cereal. I continue on with my plans for fixing up properties. He responds by telling me about how my grandfather was such a tight wad that he drove 50 miles to collect $45 from an old buisness partner. Ended it by stating we'll probably never see each other again... unless you still owe me some money.

Then dad told me I might be able to pick some stuff up from my brother in law who' a carpenter. Again he slurs something else... and tells me how great it would be if we went into buisness together. After a few more minutes of talking with him my suspicions were confirmed dad had taken his perscription sleeping meds. He was becoming more incoherent, not really tired but just well inhibriated. By tomorrow morning he won't even remember that I talked with him. My father is addicted to perscription meds, and uses hypochondria as a crutch for it. Personal reason #2 of 3 that I hate drugs.