But no, it's not me, my dad really is a fucking asshole!

My friend April came over today to help me look through the sheet music I own and I was going to let her borrow a few violin and flute parts for her to copy.

When we were done, I told her I had this movie I wanted her to watch, Donnie Darko. We popped it in, made some popcorn, and ordered some pizza. Things were pretty cool, until my dad decided to come home two hours early.

I kept hoping he'd be in a good mood, but alas, he wasn't. He proceeded to make things as uncomfortable and awkward as hell. Just citing various things like the state of my room, to my taste in movies.

An uncomfortable while later, when I was walking April to the train, she said to me "I hope you don't take offense to this, but your dad is an asshole and he was pissing me off."

I felt so glad to hear that. So I wasn't imagining it.

She continued, "Yeah, he was being so mean to you."

I replied, "Trust me, that was civil. Imagine if you weren't there."

Well, when I had to get home, April wasn't there. And boy, did they let me have it.

"I'm going to get rid of that internet, you don't deserve it."

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