Dad'd such a cunt. He took me camping once with other families and then got so drunk I had to sleep in the woods to avoid him. But I guess he rightfully sneeded at me for getting too competitive and beating all the other bakas in kayak race that wasn't even a race, I just found the camping spot before all my snobby theater kid cousins. He was still like ''why you paddle like crazerino on a still lake'' and am just ''Just how I do.'' Still water gives me anxiety.

Casting spell that at least one person here will not wake up tomorrow giving them eternal peace.