Let's see....my dad was a real problem drinker and it affected me in so many ways.
My dad fell asleep at the wheel drunk more than a few times. This one story happened in 1992.
I was 12 at the time and it was about 5:45 in the afternoon. I was THE LAST kid in school that day and the teacher who stayed behind to watch after me, folks she was PISSED!!!! It was a warm ass Friday afternoon in May, and she was in her mid 20's, so she prolly had an evening/weekend planned and shyt. Just waiting on my ride home. She was like, "aren't you old enough to take the bus?"
<---with an evil ass glare like that. Truth is nikkaz was hopping on the bus and fukking with kids in private school uniforms, and I went to a private school, so moms wasn't having me riding the bus. My dad came to the school to scoop me and she was like, "Finally!" It didn't take long for me to know something was wrong. My dad was stumbling and slurring his words and shyt. But she just pushed me out the door, closed it, and locked it up behind me. We head to the car and my dad eyes are brake-light red. He couldn't walk straight....and I knew that if there were more than that one school teacher at the school, someone would've noticed. But we had to get into the car and drive about a 25 minute drive home w/traffic. So we're in the car and, God must've been with me in a special way that day, cause he was driving perfectly. Prolly fortunate that it was a lot of traffic so he had couldn't drive too fast and had to at least keep enough awareness to stay on the break enough. We almost home...and I'm scared as hell. Not only because we might get into an accident, but what if a cop sees us? We stop a red light, about 7 blocks from our house, and this nikka just puts his head on the wheel and was out cold. I was
as this nikka was asleep in-an-instant! We start rolling a bit and he pops up, calmly puts the car in park, and goes right back to sleep. The light turns green. He didn't move. Cars are honking. You know how nikkas be when it's humid + rush hour + on a friday
. And because of the traffic they couldn't detour around us. So I shake him....nothing. I shake him more violently and yell 'Daddy wake up! It's a green light! He wakes up...looks at me, and gives me the 'gimme one second' hand gesture. He calmly shifts gears from park to drive, and we go on our way. Mannnnnnnnnn the rest of the ride I had my eyes on that nikka just in case he started drifting off again. I give my dad credit on one thing tho, he was the BEST drunk driver I've ever seen (How sad is that tho
). We get to the house
and he parks the car on the street. I look at the house and I see the front door wide open. I'm like, "Dad you left the door open?"
We lived in Newark, NJ so I'm like dam he must've been REALLY fukked up! But I'm just glad to be home...so I get out the car, but I notice the engine is still running and my dad aint get out the car. I'm like 'C'mon dad help me do my homework.' I aint really need help...I just aint want him to drive again. nikka dozed off again in the car. Other neighbors and kids was outside and was witnessing and whispering and laughing and shaking their heads. So I make sure the windows are up and I take the key out the ignition.
This seems to snap him awake and he gets out the car and goes in the house. The whole block is staring at me at this point. If my dad's alcohol abuse was indeed a secret, the secret was out now. But it was one of those things where it was so sad that not too many had jokes. I told my mom this story..... and I started taking the bus ever since.
then when someone calls you emo goths and depressed motherfukkers, you have the nerve to get defensive as you just did when it's the truth.
ass, mad at women because we're able to get fukked and licked on by men without being judged unlike yo downlow ass. 
after flipping out and getting your waiting to exhale on, are you done yet? 
