October 4, 2014

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My dad bought a dirt bike. My dad bought a DIRT BIKE. My dad bought a FUCKING DIRT BIKE!

I.

LOVE.

MY.

DAD.

I mean I think my mom's already putting him through shit for it but when I woke up in the morning there it was, just sitting their in the fucking driveway. It felt insanely like Christmas in that one moment, I couldn't stop smiling. Ya, ya, it's my dad's but he had been talking about how he wanted to get a dirt bike so he could show me how to kinda drive a motorcycle and such, like getting experience. Listen I'm not trying to sound like a spoiled brat here, it's just that to me this is another fun son and kid thing to do. I mean when my dad gets new 'toys', as my mom calls them, he tends to teach me how to use them and such. Not only is it fun but it's just time I get to spend with my dad, I mean it's kinda like father son bonding to me. But fucking hell he got a fucking dirt bike! I honestly did NOT see this coming. I mean normally with my dad their are warnings when another toy of his is gonna miraculously appear, constant research and talking about said item, but this time nothing. Fucking hell. He actually bought a dirt bike. I mean the guy hocked one of his amps for the thing. Y'know what my mom told me? Something along the lines of you're dad wanted to bond and since neither of you play guitar he sold and amp and bought a dirt bike. Have I made it clear how much I love my dad yet? Yes sometimes he is an insufferable ass, and when he gets mad I honestly almost wet my pants and the go and hide cuz he's scary as fuck, but he's my dad. Look it's not the fact that their is a dirt bike siting in the driveway or how much money is thrown around, it's the fact that despite his work keeping him really busy he still tries to make and effort y'know? He's just their for me. Anyway I'd elaborate more but I'm still sick and the Niquil is taking effect. I'll try and elaborate more next post, I promise. And sorry bout no trans* news, I was getting there I swear. Night.

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