No, you read correctly. I spent quality time with my Pops behind bars this Thanksgiving. How did we get there? Oh, My grandmother called the cops on us for having a physical argument. Don't know how it happened it just did. My pops hit me first and i hit back. Yano, my pops isn't the abusive kind of parental figure but he had knocked me around a few times when i was growing up. I am now 19 years old... and if it was unhinging back in the day it is even more so now. So when he hit me (god only knows why) I snapped and hit back. Talk about a death wish. I hadn't even realized i did it until he was coming at me a second time with a bloody nose. No, I'm not proud i bloodied my pops' nose im just stating the fact of how hard i hit him.
So while incarserated (spelling?) we had seperate cells next to each other. He kept looking in at me and frowning. So i just ignored him. I had a rubber ball and was bouncing it against the wall trying to annoy the hell out of him. When he finally snapped and said "STOP BOUNCING THAT ******** BALL!!!!"
I looked at him and said "Its because of you that i now have a spot on my record. I dont know why you hit me and i dont care. Just know if it happens again I wont hit you just the one time."
I'm dead serious ppl. i will waylay on my dad so fast he's gonna have whiplash from the first punch. I'm not looking forward to it but im also done being his punching bag.
so did he apologize? yes. did i accept it? not to his face he still thinks im pissed at him. im kinda sorta not.its weird. anyhow. ciao
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I don't know where it goes. I'm just along for the ride. Put on a seatbelt it can get bumpy at times. Oh and by the way... if something offends you I'm not going to apologize. I did give you a warning.
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