I was a pretty stupid child. I grew up thinking Mary Jane was a family friend.
Growing up, my father would always tell me not to go in the next room, because he was hitting Mary Jane. I figured he was either cheating on my mother or abusive. I went with abusive since he never let me play GTA.
I later found out he only hit Mary Jane because she was always stoning him. She must have had great aim, because his eyes were always red.
I never did anything about it, until the day I found out Mary Jane was a baby, after hearing my father say she only weighed three pounds.
When I found out he planned on turning a baby into butter I had to do something, so I called the police. When they got there, I lost all respect for the police because they didn’t even care what he was going to do to Mary. They still ended up arresting him though.
Apparently they found marijuana.