munkyweasel

Radical Belligerence
2004-06-12 05:02:48 (UTC)

I wanted to go to my mom s..

I wanted to go to my mom's house next week. But I'm not
going to. My dad isn't going on his fishing trip for
several reasons, and if he and I both left who would take
care of the animals, though since his fishing trip is
cancelled that point is annulled. Then he told me that he
doesn't want me hanging out with my brother's friends
because all they care about is getting high. Seems a bit
hypocritical to me. Of course, when my dad took acid, it
was a RELIGIOUS experience. And how am I supposed to bond
with my brother if I don't meet the people he hangs out
with? Forget it; my dad may be "objective" and my mom may
be annoyed, but I'm a kid and I'm interested in having fun,
or rather being friends, with my brother, not parenting him
or scorning him. I kind of feel like my dad shouldn't be
telling me about drugs or talking to me about girls (read
below) because he has done all there is to do but he is not
a god. I don't know if that makes sense at all. I don't
remember what I was trying to say so read on.

So Mary Jane Cooterfck VI IMs me the other day, with a
seeming interest taken in me. I shoulda saved the convo. I
was wary though, because every previous time I talked with
her she just messed with me, and her buddy profile has an
entire section of her fucking with people, that would
probably fill several pages if printed. But we talked about
how far we'd gone. Funny the events of the next day.

So Thursday Matt and I go to movies. Mary, Lynn, Kim. I sat
with Mary, we saw The Day After Tomorrow. To make a long
story short, ... I broke a personal record, reached a
landmark. I know she's had better, it was my first time
attempting it, I know she's had better.

So after the movie we call my dad and he didn't think we
saw the movie. He fucking interrogated me about what the
movie was about and who was in it. Then he said "when you
went up there you didn't buy a ticket." I replied that we
were waiting for our friend (Mary). He said "oh so that was
why." Actually maybe he said that when we were in the car,
but in any case I fucking hung up on him and I was
like "he's fucking stoned!" I think I said it a little
loud. But who cares? Finally he came after a little too
long of a wait. In the car, he explained himself. He
said "I think you probably had your arm around a girl and
were paying more attention to her than to the movie." How
the fuck would he know? I swear, he must be psychic. The
pleasure I gave must have created so much metaphysical
energy, more than usual, that that fuck picked it up with
his supposed supernatural abilities. Or maybe his psychic
was talking about his family again. Telling details that
may or may not be true. I don't want my dad to know what I
do, and I don't want him to care. Maybe care kind of but
not fucking accuse me of shit WITH NO FUCKING SHRED of
evidence. Outburst...

All in all, the whole fucking experience was totally weird.
I mean, with Mary, of all people... who the fuck would have
thought.

So then Matt and I were gonna go to sleep at 2, but we
ended up talking, mostly about girls, for about 3 hours,
before going to bed.




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