Dreading It

I am left to enjoy the last few hours of sanity before my piece of shit father gets home again. I lied to him and told him I was called for a job interview today so that I could get out of working on Danny's truck since the part I ordered won't be here until Monday. Cynthia and I went to the mall and to get chicken nachos so we weren't at home all day just in case he's fucking psycho enough to actually check into things which he is. So he calls me at 3:15 and I tell him I'm an hour away at this job thing and he wants to know if I can get to Danny's truck today and I tell him that I don't have the time and he just flips the fuck out about how I need to think about others before I change my plans. I stuck by the job thing and was like "Don't you think it's more important for me to find a job right now?" and he just loses it. So I know that when he gets home tonight he will be on the absolute warpath about how things went because they won't get done until next Tuesday and I can for sure do them for him then. I told him that tomorrow was probably a no go because Bill works at Chrysler and I need him to press in the bearing for me with a shop press probably won't be there because the day before Thanksgiving we were always dead and always left work early. Of course he's pissed off that the world doesn't just stop for him though. Skinny Puppy is also tomorrow night which won't bode well because he will just assume that I'm going to the show and making it all up. It's just frustrating that when I need something from him it takes me forever or it never gets done but when he needs something from me my life is supposed to stop for him. I absolutely can't wait to get out of here. Cynthia and I also called the cops on a drunk driver tonight which made us feel a little bit better inside. We're assholes.