Me and my Dad don't talk. ( A kind of pearoast )
But I am a lot like him, as much as I hate to admit it.

We're both terribly argumentative. Both have a terribly short temper when it comes to my brother ( mine doesn't result in anything physical unlike his ) Both think we're funny. Both idolised by his parents ( well he used to be ) Both coached football.

We spent a lot of time together. We liked the same things, found the same things funny. He was without a shadow of a doubt my best friend. Sure my mates are awesome, but he was me, me but older and a lot fatter.

I had nothing but respect for the way he brought me and my brother up. He was a good job and only one time can I think of him doing anything I now as an adult think was out of order ( headbutting me for saying Buddy Holly is crap? I know he's his hero but he calls Bill Hicks shit all the time and I didn't drop the head on him! )

Then he left my Mom. And left a note explaining everything for me and my brother. Nothing for my Mom.

I had to tell her. There was no way I was letting my brother do that.

I've not spoken to him since. And I won't speak to him again.

While I can and will admit I am very similar to him in many ways. I will never, ever be like him in his attitude to dealing with his own actions. And the after effects of those actions.

I'm a prick but not that much of a prick.
(Dangerous Disco Trev Isn't my real name, Fri 1 May 2009, 1:34, Reply)