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I had a conversation with my father last night, a real one. To most people this would probably seem normal for Father's Day. However, my father and I have a strange relationship, well maybe not really strange. I have the classic case of a doctor's kid. During most of my developing years my dad was working on his South Carolina residency to practice medicine. This made him unavailable for most of my early childhood, either he was working days and nights, or we lived in two different places altogether. He tried his hardest to be available I'm sure, I certainly don't fault him for this. As some of you may not know my parents were divorced for several years during my childhood as well. I still don't entirely know why this happened, but I do believe they remarried for my sake. My father is quite introverted, and shares my nearly-autistic obsession with choice activities. For how I am with sound and Deejaying, he is with medicine and fishing. It's not really possible to have a conversation with him about anything outside of those two areas, and since I've never had interest in medicine (I've had a fear of doctors from an early age), or fishing (I couldn't stand causing pain to animals, I found it quite gruesome from a young age) we rarely talked at all. When we did, it would be him confronting me about my drug abuse, and only in particularly severe cases. Due to his being somewhat detached, my mother would usually have to be the enforcer of his rules (punishment, grades, curfew, etc.), leaving my anger pointed towards her. My dad had an abusive father, which may or may not be the source of his being detached. According to my mother, he's scared shitless of my lifestyle regardless of drugs, I think to some extent he bought Barbara Walters' bullshit a bit too much. I don't think i've mentioned my father in my journal before now, and he rarely comes up in conversation. This isn't altogether a bad thing though, it's not that I resent him or think I could have done better, I just don't have all that much to say...for the most part we stay out of each others' hair and that's fine too. I just don't think I know him all that well, but most people have said that to me at one point in time as well. And I reckon in my case as well as his it's not so much that they don't know us as that there really isn't all that much to us. Well...that's what they say about us italians, we're one track minded :)