I have to leave this house. This state. This state of being.
I just got yelled at by my father for giving my brother a hard time yesterday about riding his dirt bike (helmet free, as is HIS RIGHT, yeah?) incessantly for hours.

So to recap: My 19 year old brother, who called me in the middle of the night when he was being fired upon, who is so grown up that he rides around with a shotgun in the floorboard of his truck, told on me when I yelled at him yesterday.

And my dad, WHO HAS TWO GROWN CHILDREN, came over here to bitch me out about it. “You should have called me to let me deal with it. He’s already feeling hemmed in here”

NO and NO. Grown ups do not call their parents to deal with noise complaints. As an aside MOTHERFUCKER I did call. I CALLED YOU. Mom answered. I asked if I was being unreasonable. She said and I quote “No. I can hear it in the background. You have to say something”
See also: Fuck you.

But I digress: Dear dad: Let your children fight amongst themselves. WE ARE GROWN UPS.

I wish I had the car.