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The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

If I had been in the car...

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Let me start off by saying that as I type this I am eating Ghiradelli Chocolate Chip Brownies that I made myself. I feel so fancy, eating designer confections!

As most of you know, today is Thanksgiving. A holiday that has lost its original meaning and nowadays is the country's day to eat until we have to unbutton pants to be comfortable and ultimately having turkey leftovers for two weeks.

The day started fine. I was so happy and everything. Dad and I went to Sinking Spring so he could get cigarettes and I could deliver to the stores. Where Dad got the money for said cigarettes, I don't know. But that's not important. What is important is that Suzy called Dad's cell phone. Dad was considerate enough to not answer it himself while driving, instead allowing me to do it. I answered the phone by saying, "Hi Suzy, Dad's driving right now. Call back later." Also, the stores were closed and I couldn't deliver.

Since that phone call, I was in my mood. The one where I want nothing to do with Dad. It can't be helped. I am tired of acting like I like him and what he does. The plan for Thanksgiving was to go to Grandma's. Dad wanted to leave the house at 10:30am, two hours before we were expected to be there. I told him that I wanted to ride there myself. I said that I don't want to be there all day, and I didn't want to wait for him to finish. He said he wouldn't be there all day. I asked him, "Why? Do you have some other family to spend time with?" He said no. Then I again said that if I do go, I would go by myself. He offered to take my bike in the back of the truck. I said no, and that I will go by myself. Dad then said fine, and left on his Harley. The harley that does not have current tags on, nor does his motorcyle license.

My brother came in my room and asked if I wanted him to take me. I said no. He then said that he would be going to a friend's house for a bit, and then going to Grandma's. After he left, I washed the dishes, prepared to leave myself, and rode to Grandma's on my bike.

I really liked riding to Grandma's today. It was a perfect day to just ride in first gear and appreciate my environment. The sky was blue, the temperature was perfect, a slight breeze filled the air. I really got to notice everything going on. Today is the day to be thankful for what you have and acknowledge that we are all here for a purpose and all that higher power stuff.

But all that went to the wayside when I got to Grandma's. As I was pulling in, I see Dad, Uncle Alan, and Blake (my cousin) running out to Unlce Alan's vehicle. Dad yells out that my brother has had a car accident. I calmly park my bike and walk in the house. There, I was given the details on the situation. Apparently, my brother pulled out in front of a car as he came from my road on to the main road. That was all anyone knew at the time. Grandma said not to worry, and go ahead and eat. "There's no sense in everyone waiting for the food to get cold to eat," she said. So, we ate.

As I finishing my second helping of mashed potatoes, macaroni, ham, and dinner roll, my sister showed up. She was given the update, and also proceeded to eat. By this time, we learned that everyone involved in the wreck was fine.

When I finished eating, my sister and I talked for a while. I told her what I found out about Dad, and she said that she would talk to him about it. I said that there would be no use in talking to him, that he would do as he pleases; but she insisted that he would listen to her.

At 1:30pm, I made my way home. Dad and everybody still hadn't returned, but I left anyway. On the way home, I thought about everything. I thought, "If I had accepted his offer to go with him, I could have been hurt," and "Maybe if I was with him, he would have been more careful." They came down the road as I was coming home. I couldn't see too much, but I know the passenger headlight was busted up.

When Dad came home, I told him that D had offered to take me to Grandma's. And Dad's reply was, "You should have went. He would've been taken care with you there." I kinda felt bad after that, because Dad said it as if it was my fault that he was so reckless. I know that it wasn't, but Dad said it so nastily (I think that's a word)

* Just checked, it is.

Dad has been acting that way since I told him I didn't want to go with him to Grandma's. Things cooled down this evening. But then he went on a rant about Twinkies, and how we will never have fresh bread anymore because our bread will come from China. I asked him what brought that on, and he just said that the people shouldn't have been demanding more money to work. I said that even people who make Twinkies need money too. Then, I said that when bread comes from China, we can move there so we can get fresh bread. He said no, because he can't speak the language. I said that he wouldn't have to. He could make a garden, and tend to it. I would be his interpreter. Then he said he would have a Chinese woman as a lover (he used another word that I won't repeat here). I said no. Then I blurted out what I know about him, and we started arguing. He managed to keep his temper enough to not haul off and hit me (like last time, I didn't mention that to you all), but he you could tell he wanted to. His stomach must have gotten upset afterwards, because he stomped over to his medicine and after her emptied the bottle he threw the bottle in the trash from across the kitchen with a slam.

I said nothing, because I wanted what I had already said to sink in. He knows deep down that what I said is the truth. He just doesn't want to accept it. It is hard for him to follow the advice of his soon-to-be 26-year-old son, but he's going to have to. I am just looking out for him, and that's what irritates him. He wants me to just contribute to the bills, while he can do whatever he wants. He says this is "our house", but really it's still "his way or no way".


Tomorrow for sure, and maybe even tonight, I will be playing Final Fantasy VII. Once I get to Rowan and my first point of writing, I will type up the rest of my post to get the LP thread started. It will be quite long, as this LP goes into more thought than just stating where you are and what the stats are of the characters. But I will get it done.

Also tomorrow, I will be delivering the Sinking Spring papers. I also have a check to cash. I have to make a computer payment, but unfortunately it won't be the last. I don't have enough money for it. I know I said before that I would, but I forgot that I get paid a week later than what I work. So this check I have is for my last day as sales rep and my route, not for my three days as composer and my route this week. Good news is that I can always just send a payment in anytime, not just when I get my statement. So, I can pay what I can tomorrow, and then pay off the rest with next week's check. So, I will still have the computer paid off before December 3rd, and have my computer delivered before Christmas!

Well, that's all for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...



PS, I learned how to edit my blog entries. I didn't notice that little pencil thing beside my entry titles until a few days ago. Also, are there still those achievements that I read about for TFF? I don't have them anywhere on my page. It was announced that there was, but then there weren't any updates on it. Feel free to tell me. Later again!

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