A couple of years ago, my father was admitted to the ER in the BAY AREA of CA. Every time a new person would enter his hospital room, his partner would get the "20 questions" and my dad, all doped up on pain meds would have to try to explain to them whom he was while his partner would produce the legal documents.
His partner took him there. He helped admit him. He is hanging out the entire time... giving the admitting desk all my father's personal/legal information, his ID, insurance card, etc. I have to think... who the fuck else would he be?
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