i wrote 'fuck you' in the dust on the back window of the afterschool program's creeper van…
Dad picks me up, they tell him about it, he doesnt say shit the whole way home.
"go to your room, pull down your pants and wait. im going to get my belt"
Dinner time rolls around and im still sitting there scared outof my fucking mind. I was like 9 or 10..
Pops comes in says 'pull up your pants and get yourself together. dinner time' and that was the end of it.
Id rather he just whaled on my ass than make me sit there for a couple hours waiting for it.