I really hate my father. He's trying to control my life.
Yes, father dearest, I realize I need a job. Yes, father dearest, I realize that I'll be kicked out of the house and living on the streets if I don't get one soon.
No, father, I'm not going to get a job at Pizza Hut. No, father, I'm not going to get a job at McDonald's. No, father, I'm not going to get a job at Wendy's.
I'm going to work at fucking HEB, and if you want to do something about it, YOU put in the application for me, cause I'm not gonna put in the effort to apply some place I don't want to work.
HEB is close.
HEB pays above minimum wage.
HEB has cheap gas RIGHT THERE.
I can work in the bakery, or the deli or something. I don't have to go out to deliver pizzas and bask in grease and oil all day. My acne's bad enough. Sorry that you've always had perfect skin, dad, but we're not all like you. Fuck off, because I'm tired of your bullshit. Plus, I'm not gonna be a fucking delivery boy when gas is so damn expensive. Fuck that.
You want me gone? Just kick me out. I'll fucking live on the streets and enjoy it, so fuck you. Just to spite you, I might sleep on YOUR FRONT LAWN, or I'll sneak into the backyard and steal all your beer out of the mini-fridge and leave you with the cans. How's that? Sounds fun, right? Yeah, fuck you. I hope you die, because you've NEVER been a good father to me, you've never been a good husband to mom (I'd like to note that he's physically and emotionally abusive), and you'll never evolve past your own disgruntled opinions.
I should shove a chef's knife down his throat while he sleeps. At least it'll keep him from snoring.
Yes, father dearest, I realize I need a job. Yes, father dearest, I realize that I'll be kicked out of the house and living on the streets if I don't get one soon.
No, father, I'm not going to get a job at Pizza Hut. No, father, I'm not going to get a job at McDonald's. No, father, I'm not going to get a job at Wendy's.
I'm going to work at fucking HEB, and if you want to do something about it, YOU put in the application for me, cause I'm not gonna put in the effort to apply some place I don't want to work.
HEB is close.
HEB pays above minimum wage.
HEB has cheap gas RIGHT THERE.
I can work in the bakery, or the deli or something. I don't have to go out to deliver pizzas and bask in grease and oil all day. My acne's bad enough. Sorry that you've always had perfect skin, dad, but we're not all like you. Fuck off, because I'm tired of your bullshit. Plus, I'm not gonna be a fucking delivery boy when gas is so damn expensive. Fuck that.
You want me gone? Just kick me out. I'll fucking live on the streets and enjoy it, so fuck you. Just to spite you, I might sleep on YOUR FRONT LAWN, or I'll sneak into the backyard and steal all your beer out of the mini-fridge and leave you with the cans. How's that? Sounds fun, right? Yeah, fuck you. I hope you die, because you've NEVER been a good father to me, you've never been a good husband to mom (I'd like to note that he's physically and emotionally abusive), and you'll never evolve past your own disgruntled opinions.
I should shove a chef's knife down his throat while he sleeps. At least it'll keep him from snoring.