Ok, I dunno if I've said it here before, but I hate my dad. He's an drunk work-oholic. Here's here the "this" comes in...I haven't seen one of my long time friends in about 6 months, but I talk to him frequently. My school and his school had a track meet last week, and we talked for a little bit and planed for me to go to his house this weekend (he just moved into a really nice house). I couldn't talk to him because he's only got one phone in his house so far (they're waiting for the phone company to get their DSL lines in) and his parents were using it. So about 15 minutes ago my dad comes storming in my room like "have you talked to him yet?! Are you going there or not?!" in his excessively stressed-out-over-nothing way. Then he has me call them, while he's standing over my shoulder (I hate being rushed), and get their address so I can find where they live on mapquest. So I get their address, and next thing I know the fucking prick is yelling at me about how they're "boonies" and shit because they live in the woods and all this complete bullshit. I was about to choke him because not only was he just being a jerk about every god damned thing he could be one about, but because the fucker was yelling at me like it was my fault that he works to much.
Now, I understand he works a lot and gets a lot of stress from it, but goddammit why does he always take it out on me? I know he used to hit me sometimes, but he stopped that long ago. Damned good thing for him, because I swear I could rip his liver right out of his beer gut.
Sorry if this was just stupid or something, but I really had to get it out before I killed him, or atleast inflicted mortal wounds on him.
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