The Erection of The Eleventh Pillar: Part Two

The drinking problem

Since the session to make the eleventh pillar was wrecked by a redneck lumberjack, my dad decided to give up on life and not care anymore. So after he gave up on life he started to play monopoly. In my opinion life is better, monopoly's fake money makes me crazy. But he also gave up on real life too. He started drinking and smoking and I wasn't happy. So I hid all his feel good stuff away. He almost kicked me in the place where it hurts. Although getting hit in the upper thigh is never fun. Anyways, I seemed to only make it worse, so I guess signing him up with a therapist wasn't a good idea. (I almost signed him up for an orthodontists appointment. His teeth still are gross but I am definatly not spending all that money when I could be getting fat at McDonald's). He ended up marrying the therapist thirty seconds later but that's not important. Anyways, I started making the pillar but gave up and decided to give up on the erection of the pillar and all that, but I will keep doing poop. But when my dad was drunk I pushed him off the Empire State Building, don't ask how I got there, because I was sick of his behavior. He lived.....SERIOUSLY?