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Dec 25, 2008 12:04

christmas

After delays in O'Hare airport and a huge fight with my mom I got back to Houston around 8pm the Christmas Eve. My dad pleaded with me to drive to Austin to see my siblings and "make christmas" for them. I downed two wiskey sours with travis at poison girl and got on the road only to be welcomed by my dad's family's GIANT new dog who hates me. By hate I mean it is ready to kill me and bit my leg and wrist whilst chasing me around the house until someone woke up to kennel the bitch. This morning was gifts at a 7:30 wakeupcall from my brother (he likes to hit me in the face until I wake up). At 10 my stepfamily drove away to see their relatives and I'm stuck with my dad who decided to stop taking his high dosage anti-depressants today. He's sleeping, I'm stuck here, I just cut my eyelid on our wraught iron wreath and my mom is stuck at home in Houston by herself on Christmas probably crying.

I feel like a shitty son and a worthless member of my dad's family. Christmas is just dying plants and too many cigarette breaks.
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