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Hey people...
I've just had one of the worst nights of my life. My girlfriend just officially graduated from high school, which in and of itself is good but after tomorrow I won't see her again for a looooong time because she's going into the army. Then I get home, and at around four or so my dad gets pissed with me about garbage behind the couch from years past, which was uncovered as we moved the couch to put in another one. He was practically screaming in my face like a drill seargant. Then he goes out and gets a 36-pack of Bud for when my uncle comes over to help him out with the couch. When my uncle gets here around four-thirty or five, instead of just getting it done and going home, they start drinking and only stop around eight-thirty or eight-forty-five and actually do what my uncle came here to do. While this is going on, I'm cowering upstairs away from them and talking to everyone I can get a hold of to help dull the fear that since my dad is tipsy and he was angry at me earlier today that this could go even more sour than it is already. My uncle was stark raving drunk by the time he went home and the last thing I saw of him was him talking about some stupid s*** and sobbing, leading me to believe that he was drunk, besides him giggling like an idiot earlier that day when he was getting tipsy and my dad was 99% or so sober. And for those of you who are going to use this as one of your f***ed up examples of growing up in broken homes, this was a completely isolated insident. It was scary seeing my dad tipsy and my uncle drunk as hell, but no, this does not happen very much at all.