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i realize that i'm not the best of people when i wake up in the morning. and i don't do so well after short amounts of sleep... like, say, two hours.

and i realize that being a father to three young adults who'd just like to leave is rough, especially when your wife is sick in the hospital. and you've spent the last seven nights in a crappy recliner at her bedside.

i get all of this.

that being said... fuck off and die.

do not call me at six thirty in the morning unless there's a fucking emergency. like... mom died/is dying and we all need to get up there. or you just realized the one thing that would make mom's stay at the hospital comfortable. and you need to get it now because she's having a breathing fit.

do not hobble your crippled ass to the car and turn off my waking up music, simply because you don't like the sound of it. and what's more, don't argue with me about listening to the fashion statement made by the pope's funeral. you're a jehovah's witness. what's it matter to you?

and do not argue with me about speed. you say take your foot off the accelerator... fine. my foot is off the damn accelerator. see? and it'll be like that until i stop at a stop light. we'll coast along at fucking five mph. because that's what you want. you don't want to speed now, do you? i'll drive. you shut up and ride, deal?

ok?? is that fine by you?

because i'm tired of being your fucking punching bag. get me a car of my own and leave me the hell alone... maybe we'll be a little better.