Shortly after I had introduced Utah to rock music, my dad had to be a jerk about it. He said, "You've introduced another person to that darn Devil music." He didn't say darn, though. I tried to explain myself, but he cut in and said, "You were trying to impress her, weren't you?" I said, "Utah and I are just friends, dagnabbit!" I didn't say dagnabbit. I sinabi the actual word. He said, "Watch your language, boy!" I said, "Don't tell me to watch my language, hypocrite." I walked out of the house. He asked, "Where are you going?" I said, "To hang out with someone who won't yell at me for listening to music." I went to visit with my neighbor who lived behind us. His name was Bradley. Bradley was weird, yet cool at the same time. He never had normal pets. At the time, he had an iguana, a hedgehog, a sugar glider, and a chinchilla. He had mga tattoo everywhere on his torso and all down his arms and legs. He had long, frizzy hair, too. He often wore band t-shirts and had every CD sa pamamagitan ng all of the bands that are frequently mentioned on the web. While his occupation was a tattoo artist, I still liked him. He was like a father I never had, and I would always go to him whenever there was drama going on in my family. He said, "Hey, Anthony. Let me guess, you had a fight with your dad." I said, "Yeah." He asked, "What was the fight over?" I said, "I introduced my new friend, Utah, to rock music. She liked it, and my dad had to be mean about it." He said, "I see." I continued, "He thinks I'm trying to impress her." He asked, "Were you?" I said, "No, I wasn't trying to impress anyone. It's only been two months since Terra and I broke up." He said, "Well, you can crash here until things calm down. It wouldn't be wise to return to your dad when you're angry with him." Bradley had a point. When I'm angry, I don't handle confrontation very well. Bradley picked up his marihuwana and started smoking it. He had a lot of health problems, and his doctor prescribed it to him. According to what I had read about marijuana, it was a safer alternative to pain medication. It was, and still is, legal in California after all. I always thought it pagtunaw funny, though. Bradley didn't buy marihuwana from the streets. He grew his own in his green house. I once asked him, "Isn't it addictive?" He replied, "It's not as addictive as you might think." I was lucky to have Bradley as a friend. Behind the strange pets, the tattoos, the long, frizzy hair, and the marijuana, Bradley was a good man.
Shortly after I had introduced Utah to rock music, my dad had to be a jerk about it. He said, "You've introduced another person to that darn Devil music." He didn't say darn, though. I tried to explain myself, but he cut in and said, "You were trying to impress her, weren't you?" I said, "Utah and I are just friends, dagnabbit!" I didn't say dagnabbit. I sinabi the actual word. He said, "Watch your language, boy!" I said, "Don't tell me to watch my language, hypocrite." I walked out of the house. He asked, "Where are you going?" I said, "To hang out with someone who won't yell at me for listening to music." I went to visit with my neighbor who lived behind us. His name was Bradley. Bradley was weird, yet cool at the same time. He never had normal pets. At the time, he had an iguana, a hedgehog, a sugar glider, and a chinchilla. He had mga tattoo everywhere on his torso and all down his arms and legs. He had long, frizzy hair, too. He often wore band t-shirts and had every CD sa pamamagitan ng all of the bands that are frequently mentioned on the web. While his occupation was a tattoo artist, I still liked him. He was like a father I never had, and I would always go to him whenever there was drama going on in my family. He said, "Hey, Anthony. Let me guess, you had a fight with your dad." I said, "Yeah." He asked, "What was the fight over?" I said, "I introduced my new friend, Utah, to rock music. She liked it, and my dad had to be mean about it." He said, "I see." I continued, "He thinks I'm trying to impress her." He asked, "Were you?" I said, "No, I wasn't trying to impress anyone. It's only been two months since Terra and I broke up." He said, "Well, you can crash here until things calm down. It wouldn't be wise to return to your dad when you're angry with him." Bradley had a point. When I'm angry, I don't handle confrontation very well. Bradley picked up his marihuwana and started smoking it. He had a lot of health problems, and his doctor prescribed it to him. According to what I had read about marijuana, it was a safer alternative to pain medication. It was, and still is, legal in California after all. I always thought it pagtunaw funny, though. Bradley didn't buy marihuwana from the streets. He grew his own in his green house. I once asked him, "Isn't it addictive?" He replied, "It's not as addictive as you might think." I was lucky to have Bradley as a friend. Behind the strange pets, the tattoos, the long, frizzy hair, and the marijuana, Bradley was a good man.