so my dad calls me like a half hour ago to talk, because he calls like, once every 3 or so months to complain, and i normally blow it off, but this time it got to me. He gave me this question and shut the fuck up session about my apparent "drug" problem. He told me was okay, no, not ok 'okay to an extent". yeah, ok. Then he questions me about my "vicoden" issue, i dont have a vicoden issue, i enjoy the occasional pill, yeah, but im not popping 30,000mg's everyday. Then, he got to cocaine, my favorite drug, He asked me "if i had tried it before" i said no. Then he starts into how i fucked up at school, and how i need to get a better job. i work a full time job, wtf else does he want from me. He comes around like twice a year, to do nothing. He TOLD me how much of a druggie, and how sick looking i appeared the last time him and his 'wife" saw me, laaast, JUNE?!? Yes. I am done speaking of that tragedy. "..and the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here and you'll be gone before too long."