I hate the fact that my step dad drinks beer before getting on a bike or in the car. Even when he knows he is putting me in/on the back. Whenever I have to take the truck somewhere, I have to search the backseat for beer cans before leaving.
I hate the fact the my father is an alcoholic, and had obviously been drinking for a while the day I brought Joshua up to meet him. I hate that he tried to force me to stay at a job, that was breaking the law in the state of MD with the hours they had me working, with no breaks, just so he could have a reason to sit at the bar all day long. I hate the man who noticed my dad was drunk when we left Mikes at midnight, looked at me, then let him walk out - keys in hand.
I hate that people are so damn selfish. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. You drink beer and whiskey ‘cause you’re so country and you aren’t even twenty-one. You are my idol. No one gives a damn that “Your the best drunk driver” or that you can “out-drink anyone.” You don’t earn my respect by telling stories of how awesome it was that you were so good at swerving through traffic. Those stories are disgusting, and you are pathetic.
This county always talks about how devastating it is when a young life is taken in accidents. Granted, none of them have been alcohol related. But keep acting like fucktards. Kill your friends. Kill your family. Kill a newborn on it’s way home from the hopsital. Kill my family. Kill me.
Then we’ll see who’s “cool.”
And go ahead, make some sarcastic, bitchy response about how you’re young and having fun, and yolo-bullshit. We’ll see how far that speech gets you when you’re dead.