My old man is a super fucking jerk! He use to beat my ass with a leather strap at least once a week when I was growing up-I shit you not! Granted, I wasn't exactly your idea son-I'd stay out late at night, get drunk and stoned a lot, chase pussy and all the rest-but that's just normal shit, right? I sure as fuck didn't deserve getting the shit kick out of me every time I turned around! I was so fucking happy when the old man finally moved out of the house . Now, a few weeks ago, the fucker calls me up. I damned-near shit my pants when I realized it was him. I haven't spoken to him in years and he goes on about how sorry he was for treating me like crap and all this bullshit. I told him he could kiss my fucking ass and hung up on the fucking son-of-bitch. Fuck that jerk!