Standing in the kitchen being yelled at 3 in the morning is never a good experience. It all started earlier that day when I asked my mom if I could go to a party that night. She told me "no because family is more important than partying." we started arguing and one thing led to another, next thing I know I'm standing on Main waiting for a ride to a house party in Killdeer.
When I finally got to the party, my phone was ringing of the hook! Angry messages in my voice mail and very frustrated texts from my mother had flooded my phone. By that time my phone was off, and my head was spinning from the alcohol I had just consumed... A lot of things that happened during this period of time are not appropriate for school but do involve a sexy party... As I got to my senses, I stumbled out the front door, threw up, and started my long trek home. Walking was tricky, in order to not get picked up the fuzz I had to walk slow and remain calm. There was no way I was going home in a bacon mobile.
When I finally reached my house, I scrambled to find my keys, pockets are a puzzle when you're loaded. At last I grabbed them and tried my hardest to slide them into the lock. As quietly as I could, I stepped into the kitchen, only to find my mom, glaring at me. All I could get out was a slurred "Hey Mom, I'm gonna go to bed." Without saying anything, I could tell she wanted to rip my lungs out and hand them to me in a doggy bag. "Sit down!" she exclaimed, pointing to the chair with a long finger. By this point I was pissing in my pants. In all my years I have never seen this woman that angry. My life was living hell from that day on for the next month.
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