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heh...things be going to shit. I mean it...badly. Its times like this..that I need someone here. My dad is seriously messing up. This morning, the car broke. The bearing on the right rear axle broke. So dad coulden't go to work. So what does he did. Get fucked up. Now, people say that that shit is cool. But my mom came home and he was passed out under the car. She wakes him up, and like 10 minutes later we go out to the car to pick up my tux and hes passed out infront of the car, sitting up. So mom wakes him up and tells him to go inside and clean up. We get back, and hes now sitting inside the garage passed out. I go inside, and my mom comes back later, saying that he was talking to her and then just puked in his lap and passes out again. So, sometime later, we go to KFC to pick up some dinner, and when we come back, hes passed out again. So he finally comes back inside, throws his puke covered shirt in the laundry, makes a sandwich, and starts walking upstairs. At the very top of the stairs he trips and puts his head through the wall. Makes a hole the size of chest. Then mom goes up and yells at him for awhile. Gets really pissed off. More yelling, something that sounds like a few smacks. And now she's spent the last half an hour on the phone looking for someplace to either put him, or make sure he gets to. Lots of detox centers. Then, we put this on top of the fact that we're probably gonna have to move sooner or late r because somethings fucked up with this house, and the wireing is wrong so the electricity bill is like 4 times what it should be. God this sucks. Hopefully college will be better. I really don't want to deal with this crap.
Oh, and another thing, alcohol is fucking retarted. I don't care how cool people say it is.
Oh, and another thing, alcohol is fucking retarted. I don't care how cool people say it is.