My family is irreparably dumb.
My throat burns.
Every breath I take stings my nostrils.
My father is a moron.
Let me explain,
It was about 5:00 PM, I was bored, and my father had been drinking. He was having a little one-man party in the garage, with his music blaring so loud the television inside the house could barely be heard, and his cocktail of old rock and Phil Collins could be heard clearly from the road, even through the walls and door of my garage. I decided it was a good time to leave for a few hours and chill out with Charles. I headed over there, played some games, ate some pizza, watched some extremely dumb television, and saw Charles' dog eat a mouse(that made me kinda sad, poor little guy). It was about 9:30 when I decided to head home. I walk home, and its very windy outside, and pleasant. A nice little walk.
I come upon my house, garage door wide open with lights on. I walk in, open the door to my house, and see the fireplace with a fire still dwindling down. This is not shocking. It seems everyone is sleeping. Here's the catch: the house is filled with smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. I can barely keep my eyes open because they burn. There are no windows open. I run over to find my brother sleeping on the sofa in the midst of the smoky living room. I quickly open up the chimny hatch to let out some smoke, rush around opening windows, and shake my brother awake, worried he might have CO poisoning.
Meanwhile, my dad sleeps face down in his bedroom, which managed to stay smoke free. I let him sleep. He probably doesn't know, and probably won't ever know. This is exactly the sort of thing if I was responsible for, I'd have hell to pay. Lucky him. I'm left with a sore throat, a burning nose, and a serious case of lightheadedness.
Now that the house is ten degrees cooler due to the open windows, I'm somewhat angry, and I'm not an angry guy.
But sorry dad, you're a moron.
Yeesh, my day has been rough enough already.
Thanks Life, thanks a million.
Every breath I take stings my nostrils.
My father is a moron.
Let me explain,
It was about 5:00 PM, I was bored, and my father had been drinking. He was having a little one-man party in the garage, with his music blaring so loud the television inside the house could barely be heard, and his cocktail of old rock and Phil Collins could be heard clearly from the road, even through the walls and door of my garage. I decided it was a good time to leave for a few hours and chill out with Charles. I headed over there, played some games, ate some pizza, watched some extremely dumb television, and saw Charles' dog eat a mouse(that made me kinda sad, poor little guy). It was about 9:30 when I decided to head home. I walk home, and its very windy outside, and pleasant. A nice little walk.
I come upon my house, garage door wide open with lights on. I walk in, open the door to my house, and see the fireplace with a fire still dwindling down. This is not shocking. It seems everyone is sleeping. Here's the catch: the house is filled with smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. I can barely keep my eyes open because they burn. There are no windows open. I run over to find my brother sleeping on the sofa in the midst of the smoky living room. I quickly open up the chimny hatch to let out some smoke, rush around opening windows, and shake my brother awake, worried he might have CO poisoning.
Meanwhile, my dad sleeps face down in his bedroom, which managed to stay smoke free. I let him sleep. He probably doesn't know, and probably won't ever know. This is exactly the sort of thing if I was responsible for, I'd have hell to pay. Lucky him. I'm left with a sore throat, a burning nose, and a serious case of lightheadedness.
Now that the house is ten degrees cooler due to the open windows, I'm somewhat angry, and I'm not an angry guy.
But sorry dad, you're a moron.
Yeesh, my day has been rough enough already.
Thanks Life, thanks a million.