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I was walking to my house one day and looked at the telephone pole only to see a flyer for a missing cat. It dissapeared the day before Christmas, which is sad, and I've seen it on my block recently. I called the guy and told him and he said he would drive by. He did at like 8:00 at night, which was stupid because why would you be able to see a black cat at that time? But anyways, I saw it sitting on my lawn today and I called him and he came over to look for it, but right before he came it ran away and I didn't see where to. I was telling him that and he was looking around and my dad came out of the apartment all macho man. "I told you, if you wanna find it come when the garbage is out, this is my house and I don't like strangers walking around my property like that". I told him to shut up, "if you had a cat for 7 years, you'd wanna find it too. AND this isn't your house, so shut up". He turned around ready to hit me and I slammed MY FRONT DOOR in his face. Not his front door, mine.
He was definetly drunk and hungover and ready to fight me and the old man. Seriously, fuck my dad. Fuck what I said in the last entry. He doesn't wanna change his ways, I'll just watch him die. Sick of his drunk self being a fucking asshole to everyone on Earth for no reason. Like seriously, the guy said it was the only thing he had besides his son and was telling me stories and I was ready to cry. My dad has no fucking heart. Ugh.