WHAP!
"uugh...huh....wha...what?"
WHAP!
"what the...where am I...what's going on?"
WHAP!
"I'm under attack! Jesus Christ! Fuck! Wait...Dad?"
WHAP!
"DAD! GOD DAMN IT! I'M AWAKE! STOP THAT! STOP! THAT!"
That's my impression me, after a night of drinking, being woken up by my dad hitting me with a rolled up magazine. He just wanted to say goodbye before I went back to Chicago.
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