My dad.

I'll start off on a bright note today.
The sunrise this morning looked amazing, like a gigantic tidal wave of oranges, reds and purples; truly a perfect way to enjoy a cigarette at 5 in the morning.
In other great news, NY legalized same-sex marriage!

Now to the shit.

My dad is a douchebag. I've never been super close to the guy. He never quite understood me. He hated that I would read and work on computers while my brother and sister would help garden and mow. It's not that I hated gardening and mowing, it's just that I'd rather delve into a good book. We just don't get along. It's hard for me to mesh with stupid people. He tries. He really does. He bought me a camera and a motorcycle and pays for my insurance and gas, but on the same regards he is a huge dick. He constantly brings up the fact that he pays for  my insurance and gas and he's just a jerk when he asks questions. Instead of saying, "Hey, can we watch the news?" He says, "so, what's happening in the real world instead of this crap." He's a truck driver and I'm sure he's good at it, but he's never around. He leaves out for the road on Sunday night and comes back home Friday. We barely talk save when he thinks I'm fucking up, which appears to be all the time. But he's stupid, and he knows I'm not afraid of him. I know this sounds like a rant and you're probably thinking, "you hate him now, but someday he'll be gone." Well, that may be true, and I may just be angry, but it makes me upset that we don't get along. I try to do little things like pull weeds in his flower garden or take pictures of his roses, but they go unnoticed. I just want him to be proud of me for 10 seconds.

-My dad-
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