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So i'm just a tiny wee bit pissed right now. I've taken two big vacations this summer. Good. Great. I had a wonderful time. But i'm ready to relax now. No going out of town for awhile, and I can get back to some shows and find a job and find some time to spend with my friends. Then yesterday, out of the blue my dad calls and tells me we're going to Charlotte, North Carolina on Thursday. "Why?" I said. He said because we haven't seen everyone in awhile and we need to get up there. Fuck that. THEY need to come down here. He said we'd be coming home on Sunday.....the exact day of the show I so desperately want to make. The drive to Charlotte is a 7 hour drive. 7 hours up, and 7 hours back. I'm going to plead with my dad for us to leave early on Sunday so I can make the show. If he says no, well then he sucks. Even on Fathers day. Lets see how good of a father he is.
And no i'm judging how well of a father he is based on if he says yes or no. If you know my dad, then you know he's not the greatest guy in the world. His genoristy is the only thing he has that sets him off as a good guy. Other than that he's an ill tempered, alcoholic son of a bitch. But I still love him. Don't know why though.
And no i'm judging how well of a father he is based on if he says yes or no. If you know my dad, then you know he's not the greatest guy in the world. His genoristy is the only thing he has that sets him off as a good guy. Other than that he's an ill tempered, alcoholic son of a bitch. But I still love him. Don't know why though.