45-year-old Charles Collins met a new friend one night in December of 2006.

Charles Collins was at a bar when he met this friend, a 41-year-old woman with serious self-preservation issues. Somehow during one of those conversations people always seem to be having at bars, Charles explained that he was homeless. Whether or not he revealed his long history of drug and alcohol abuse, we’re not sure.

This woman, being the nice yet slightly stupid woman that she is (having probably never read People You’ll See In Hell) invited Charles Collins to live with her, off and on, for a few months. Charles would stop by whenever he needed a place to sleep, or something to eat, and this woman would help him out.

Feel free to try out some of these cool Los Angeles gang signs while sitting in church this upcoming Sunday.

Bonus points if you’re packing heat.

21-year-old Rita Sativa Kraft and her 18-month-old son, Connor, were playing on their second-floor balcony on the morning of the 12th of September, 2007.

At about 6:30 that morning, more than a few people were woken up by Rita Kraft’s shriek – Connor had accidentally fallen off the balcony, hitting the hard-packed dirt below.

The impact knocked the toddler unconscious, and by the time Kraft’s roommate woke up and made his way down to the stricken child, Connor wasn’t breathing.

Fortunately, that roommate had medical training and knew how to perform CPR. The timely application of CPR resuscitated Connor, saving the boy’s life beyond the shadow of a doubt. Police and medical crews arrived and a helicopter crew airlifted the boy to a trauma center for emergency brain surgery.

How many people can you fit into a one-bedroom apartment?

Tammy Lynn Melton and Emanuel Jones have probably set some kind of record.

They managed to fit both adults, a handicapped, invalid grandmother, and eight children into their northwest Houston apartment.

As you can imagine, the cleanliness of the apartment was below third-world standards. Police were so unimpressed with Tammy Melton’s cleaning habits that they filed a report on the 7th of October, 2007, a report that expressed the officers’ concern with the ants and roaches that roamed freely throughout the apartment. Child Protective Services got wind of the situation through the officer’s reports, but didn’t check out the family until the 16th of October, 2007.

When my wife gave birth, it hurt so bad that the doctors stuck a needle in her back, pumped her full of painkillers and did a cesarean.

I can’t imagine her locking herself in her room and giving birth alone without some intense, blood-curdling screaming going on.

There are women who gut it out, though – and apparently 19-year-old Kathryn McCoy, who belongs to some new breed of super-powered female, did just that.

Kathryn McCoy, called “Katie” by her friends, had what appeared to be a great future ahead of her.

Back in Plainfield High School, administrators remember her as an excelled student who was active in school activities. She was the captain of the girls’ golf team. She played tennis. She was a member of the National Honor Society.

According to his girlfriend, 24-year-old Nathaniel Bozarth has problems controlling his anger.

According to her, Nathaniel has no happy medium. The guy is either really calm or bouncing off the walls.

On the night of the 13th of October, 2007, Mr. Bozarth was bouncing off the walls.

So was his two-and-a-half month-old son.

Nathaniel Bozarth, left alone with his son for a few hours, managed to break twelve of the little guy’s bones before the boy’s mother came home.

While changing his son’s diaper, Nathaniel twisted his son’s arms and legs until bones broke.

Because his son wouldn’t stop crying, probably due to the pain from the broken bones, he squeezed the child’s body until a few ribs broke and also took the time to slam the boy’s head to the ground.

Monique Anita Elliot will probably never be voted “Parent Of the Year.”

Las Vegas residents Monique Elliot and her girlfriend, Shatanna Williams, regularly spent their evenings beating Monique’s children – an eight-year-old girl and a nine-year-old boy – over a span of several weeks.

Now, this wasn’t the usual “spank your kid because she’s naughty” kind of beatings. This was a full-on whipping the little girl with electrical cords and belts. This was choking the girl until she was unconscious. This was forcing the children to squat for hours while holding phone books over their heads – and then making the kids do push-ups.

This was beating the girl until she had three strokes.

This was beating her until she was in a coma.

On the 20th of October, 2007 in Augusta, Georgia, after a 911 emergency call, responding police found 30-year-old Christine Baxter’s body lying on the front yard of her sister’s house and the Petersons – a couple who initially refused to allow police into their home.

As investigators arrived at the scene and were able to examine things more closely, a grim picture presented itself.

Christine Baxter, who was mentally ill, deaf, blind and unable to feed herself without assistance, had starved to death in her sister’s home.

Once dead, one of the Petersons pulled Christine’s body out of the house, a house that had been completely taken over by cockroaches, was covered in cobwebs and buried in piles of rotting garbage. Her body had been placed on the front lawn and left for a while, exposed to the elements and anyone who happened to pass by.