Why was My Fucking Father up at 5 in the morning? I thought it was a cat at the back deck, but no, it's My Fucking Father doing cooking something. I go out there and he says, "Still haven't slept yet, son?" in that whiny tone of us that always pisses me off. I said he woke me up. I hope he buys that. But maybe I don't care.
Did I show weakness? I hope I didn't show weakness. Maybe I could've come up with a better comeback.
Fuck Off, Father.
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