May 23rd, 2009

My parents are fighting. I haven’t heard them fight like this since I was getting high. It’s a mixture of Spanish and English, dad screams, mom talks, dad screams, mom talks again, dad screams and mom doesn’t say anything, then he goes too far and now they’re both screaming. My parents never ever fight but when they do, it’s about me. This time is no different.

This girl Kiara came over yesterday. We tried to rent Benjamin Button but they didn’t have it so we watched Boogie Nights at my house. My mom made burritos, we ate them in the kitchen, and I introduced her to my dad…

Dad: Are you 18?
Kiara: Um yeah, I just turned 18.
Dad: Are you 18 or are you turning 18?
Kiara: Um no, I'm already 18.

My dad scowls at her.

Dad: Cause you look like you’re 15…

Kiara: Umm yeah, I’m definitely 15, you got me (she says sarcastically)
Dad: Bryan, you can’t be doing this.
Bryan: Dad, she’s kidding, okay?

The conversation went like that for a few minutes, then we went into my room and we watched parts of Boogie Nights and she left. Paige came over the day before to watch Fight Club… nothing happened. My Dad thinks I fuck every single girl who walks into my room… I WISH I fucked all of them, I would if I could but I don’t.

This morning was really fucked up, a lot of fighting, I don’t even want to write it down, my sarcasm didn’t help.

Me: Dad, why do you have to be like that when girls come over? You’re so weird.

Dad: Okay, if you want to have this conversation, we will. She’s not old enough!

Me: Oh my god, she’s 18, and we didn’t even do anything.

Dad: C’mon Bryan, you’re having sex with both those girls.

Me: First of all I’m not. Second of all, even if I was, they’re both 18. And statutory rape only applies if you’re more than three years older, so they could be 16 and I could still fuck them technically.

Dad: Yeah, you know everything. I was your age once, too. You’re going to get a STD fucking around like that. This is the same bullshit you give us when you’re doing drugs.

Me: Hahaha, yeah, okay! 

Dad: It’s all a fucking joke to you, and you (looking at my mom) you just sit there. Tell him! I’m always the bad guy.

Mom: I talked to him and he said he’s not having sex with them.

Dad: Oh and you believe him? You gotta stupid to believe him.

Me: So Dad, what’s the issue? Do you want to ask me if I use condoms? Am I fucking too many girls? How many is acceptable? You don’t want me to do it at the house? Then where? In my car? In the bushes?

It ends with him saying fuck you guys and walking to the TV and turning up the volume.


Karl and I are going to the mall…