Nah, my dad was a joiner. Old school, hated anyone who brought a calculator along to the job site. Dumb as bricks in most ways, but was real good at complex maths either in his head or written on a block of wood. He was just a fucking prick.
Well everything my dad wanted me to do, he fucking sucked at so I just assumed. I'm taller than him, so he wanted me to play basketball. Guess how many games he ever played? Or even came to while he was pressuring me?
Nah, my dad was a joiner. Old school, hated anyone who brought a calculator along to the job site. Dumb as bricks in most ways, but was real good at complex maths either in his head or written on a block of wood. He was just a fucking prick.
Well everything my dad wanted me to do, he fucking sucked at so I just assumed. I'm taller than him, so he wanted me to play basketball. Guess how many games he ever played? Or even came to while he was pressuring me?
I'm going to guess a big fat goose egg. Sounds shit.
Yeah how'd you guess