My Father Is Still An Idiot

I have some Christopher Titus on to try making me feel better. So I think I mentioned the other day that I got fucked out of 50 bucks so my father could buy weed from money that went to buying a mirror for his coworker. I called him and asked him if it had a light in the bottom of it and he says no so I order the one without it and go get it today and find that it does and I'm stuck with a mirror and supposed to buy the correct one now. It's just agonizing how stupid he is and how he never shuts up. The weekend shows were great, but there was the whole embarrassing shit of dealing with my father as he told stories that didn't exist about all of the awesome people that he's met. I'm not in the mood to keep writing right now.