my dad told me yesterday that the most pathetic thing is two old gay men..ha no dad the most pathetic thing is a 52 year old smoking crack on a paint bucket in his living room..no this post wont be about gay men...last night around 1130 i went to the kitchen to get a drink..only to notice that my dad wasn't asleep like he usually is.and our kitchen is built so theres a wall you have to peer around to see the rest of the living room..so i'm half asleep but i peer around and sure enough he was doing something over there..so he see's me..runs and hides it and goes and sits on the couch..i walk over to the entertainment center and look around asking "wat the fuck were you just doing?" while his eyes are as a big as the fucking sky and he's like "nothin nothin nothin",,no dad i'm not 19 and know what drugs are yet..so i can't find whatever device he was smoking out of but sure enough behind my fish bowl is a spoon with white residue on top and a burnt ass bottom..so i turned around called him a pathetic hippocrit..ran to my room..and called my mom..i was shaking crying hysterically..i just want to be on my own..i am soooo not coming back next summer..i'll take summer classes at my school..can't believe this shit..then i leave and sleep at my moms..fucking irritated because brads there shittalkin..and my dad texts me in the morning "if your gonna cause me problems because of this you will have to leave"..last time i checked you were the one doing crack..or coke..or whatever in our living room