They tried...
...But it just didn't work. They'd shout, try to ground me, be dissapointed, suspend privelidges and issue the silent treatment. None of it made me rethink my "determined to have fun" ethos. I guess I was a bit of a shit to put up with.

I'd do things like go out clubbing, get mashed, then wake my parents up when picking up my decks/records/computer/synth to go round to a mates house for a jam.... at 4 in the morning. I crashed the family car twice during this time of my life.

One night we were at a friends house, his parents were away and someone had some acid, it all got a bit messy. At about 6 in the morning the phone rang, the guy who's house it was thought it a bit strange that someone would call so early, so let it ring off and then did 1471 to find out who had called us. The number was witheld. A small voice in my head reminded me that my home number was witheld.

Next thing I know, one of my mates is telling me that my dad has just turned up and demanding that I go home now. Given our current state of sobriety I thought it was just a wind up to "spin me out" (man). In the end they managed to convince me that they were telling the truth... so I went home.

I did my usual ghost like (ahem) entering of the house and got as far as the landing when a light went on. For a moment everything went white thanks to my massively dilated pupils, then my dad came into focus in front of me. He was mightily pissed off and started shouting at me about being a shit and treating the house like a hotel... you get the picture. While I'm looking at him shouting at me his head started to puff up and deflate alternately (like an indecisive pufferfish). I had a very hard job keeping a straight face. I quickly snapped out of it when the last line of his speech sunk in "...and tomorrow you're going to go job hunting, and get a job!"

Job hunting... acid comedown... that sounds like fun.

I spent the rest of the following day trailing around pubs applying for jobs and asking questions like "So, when you say 'name' do you want first, middle and last, just first, or just first and last?", "How do you make your ice?", "So what's actually in beer?" and other unintentionally stupid stuff. I heard alot of application forms beign ripped as I left the pubs.

I didn't get a job, but I did start being nicer to the folks.

Kind of.
(ralphseviltwin, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 13:33, Reply)