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I know the inner workings of their souls, and before they realised how much they -blam!- up raising me, I played the part of the good kid well. My dad was pretty upset when we got in an arguement because I started listening to punk rock (not Blink 182, he decided to play my Crass CD's while I wasn't home) and I pretty much told him what I had on my mind at the time, all of this at the peak of my angst. Before he thought it was impossible to talk to me again though, I had the man wrapped around my finger. I knew how his mind worked so I could get away with murder. Example: My sister got caught with fine green, and she got in a LOT of trouble, couldn't go anywhere, couldn't use the phone and was pretty much on parental house arrest. Same thing happened to me, I got a lecture, and that night went to a -blam!-in' party. Didn't even get my car taken away. After I decided I wasn't following his rules, I wouldn't listen to him at all, and he knew he couldn't stop me. He tried, and it resulted in us getting in a fight. I'm not sure if he was really trying, but I laid him out and drove off with to live with a friend. He then proceded to call all my friends until he found me, but until a week later. He didn't have the number but another friend gave it to him, and that is when he broke down and told me I could come back to stay. So I came back for about 2 months, and at this point I had a full-time job. My dad decides that he wants to be an ass about me sleeping until 3 in the afternoon on his days off. Normally, this isn't a problem because he isn't home, he is working. On the days he wasn't he really hated the fact that I slept so late, thinking it was because every chance I got I would go and get falling over drunk and take pills, neither of which I do ( I do drink occasionally, but in moderation). The reason I was sleeping so late was because I am a very large geek/nerd, and I was playing MMORPGs all night. So one day he decides to pull me out of bed.
Bad idea. I don't take rude awakenings very well. He told me to get up or get out of his house, so we proceeded to argue, and I went back to sleep, and told him I would when I got up. About 20 minutes later he came back and did it again. I told him fine, shut my door and locked it. Out of the anger aroused by the rude awakening I left a line of 8 or 9 holes in the wall, packed up my clothes, computer and everything else that was important and set it outside my window. Climbed out my window, put my stuff in the car and left, haven't been back since.
Since then I have been living the life before me without the outside interference of my duranged father, and I don't even keep in contact with my out-of-state junkie mother. I could write another rant about her, but chances are you already stopped reading.
[Edited on 10/2/2004 10:56:29 PM]