Oct 14, 2006 15:40
My dad buys loto tickets.
Wins $28.
Takes money my mom set aside for us to buy food while she's at work.
Takes around $40/$50.
Takes piles of bottles and cans to the redemption center.
Speeds away in his car without a word to go do drugs.
All this before I am awake to tell him not to come back.
Before I can tell him that I don't concider him my dad.
Before I can tell him alot of things.
I'm a fucking wreck.
He's a fucking joke.
I can't help but get a feeling that something isn't right.
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