Today was better though. He didn’t seem to be in as nearly a pissy mood. He even called my mom to prepare a salad, because he wanted to go to the lake for a picnic. When my mom told me of his plan, I was immediately wary.

“Do you want to go to the lake today? Papi wants to go,” she asked.

“Why!?” I thought, and rather sharply. My suspicion caught me by surprise. I paused for a moment, then I said “Sure.”

“You can call Saul and see if he wants to go.”

That was a good idea, and so I did.

My dad, my mom, and I sans my sisters went out in the car under the blue sky. We headed to Saul's house to pick up him and his mother. But by the time we reached the lake, (which wasn't very long) the clouds began to gather again.

We ate and talked together (and without rising tempers and whatnot) for about an hour before the rains decided to come. At the first sign of drizzle, we packed up and went to Saul's house.

The parents were in another room, and Saul and I were watching Gladiator in another. I forgot how much I loved that movie, it pumps you up man. But my dad walked in just as someone was beheaded.

Fuck. I was going to write about a conversation I had in the car with my dad about heroes, but he's fucking yelling at me to go to sleep. Asshole.

I'll write about it tomorrow. If I remember that is.

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