And when asked why he yanked it off, he says, "I wanted to see my kids." John, my dude, there are easier ways to do that. Picture this. A trailer home, January 2024, and a 911 call where you can hear kids screaming in the background. That's not exactly the setup for a feel-good story, except for the screaming, the broken door, and your wife standing behind you looking like she's ready to collapse from stress. He's drunk. He hurt me and the kids. He tore the kids' door off. I can't do it no more. I can't do it anymore, you guys. Like, stick a fork in it. Don, she's telling the officers about broken doors, ripped out hair, and all the other chaos Jon's been bringing into their lives. And you know what Jon's doing? Laughing. He's laughing.