tenderfuck

so my dad called last night and was like "where are you?", and i was like "at home" so he stopped by. then he's like," let me see your arm" i thought that was weird but i said ok and showed him, i thought he wanted to see if my new tatts were done healing. he looked and was like, "let me see the other arm", i showed him. "whats that?" he asked... he pointed to the inside of my elbow (the crease? i guess). there was a cut there that is in the process of healing, and it looks like i stuck myself with a heroin needle... so i looked at him and was like, "don't worry, i dont do that shit...i have the word sober tattooed on me, why would you even think that?" he was like, "im not worried, your little brother is, he saw it on thanksgiving and cried when you left because he thought you were doing drugs... he looks up to you ya know" then my dad walked away. i just sat there.

wow, im a role model too.