The Suburban SamuraiPunk

“I understand the way this game is played.”

So last night, my stepdad and I had a spat in the car which led him to slam on the brakes and threaten to beat the shit out of me because I was trying to explain everything and defend myself and my actions. 

Well, none of that never really worked before and it certainly does not work now. I’ve spent my last 27 years avoiding it all. I’m a tough guy and all, but as I explained to my ex girlfriend last night, I’m afraid of him, I just can’t bring myself to beat my stepdad’s ass and I can’t stand up for myself. I can stand up for myself around other people, but not my stepdad. I’m not a violent person at all, but just listening to him spout lies and conspiracies, just makes me wanna put him in his place and put him in the hospital. 

I spent most of the week being told, It’s against the law down here to wear headphones while I’m riding my bike (Just to be clear on that matter, I looked up SC Bike laws and found no such thing, same thing with local bike laws), and being told “Your Mom and I warned you…” (About wearing headphones on bike) but after 27 years, that was the first time, him or my Mom mentioned it. Then there was the whole “you came down here to use us…” bullshit. He was also yelling at me for the most stupidest shit ever. Like the fact that I use more milk than they do. I have a small bowl of cereal in morning most mornings, compared to those big bowls of cereal Mom and Dad have.

I told my Mom about the headphone ordeal, she wasn’t mad about as my stepdad exaggerated it. But Mom told my stepdad about it, and he was accusing me of trying to get Mom on my side. My Mom won’t do anything about it. So you know what I did? I deleted my Mom, sister, and my stepdad’s family off my FB. Because after I move out next month, I’m not gonna talk to my Mom, sister, or anyone else associated with my stepdad for a good long while. 

I don’t hate my stepdad, because hate is a strong word. I dislike him and I would never wish Death upon him. I guess you can say I just don’t care about him. I feel nothing for him… He just makes me angry when he says all this shit.

After my Mom got married to my stepdad years ago, I, being the liar of the household (Hey, I was a young kid) was always getting beat by my stepdad. I got my head slammed into the bathtub, window, and mirror. I wanted to fight back and if I did, I still got my ass handed to me. I just couldn’t win and I still can’t after all this time.

So next month, I’m moving a lot closer to the Army Reserve Unit that I’m gonna be working at. I’m gonna change my phone number too. I actually had the idea and if I wanted to, I could move back up to Marquette. But don’t know about all that yet… Got the Cooper River Bridge Run on March 31, and I still have to figure out how to get downtown that morning.

At some point last night, I just realized how much I regretted moving down here. I was against it from the start. I do like coming down to visit, but living down here is just too much. The good part about being down here is I have some friends, it’s home (Not too mention KK doughnuts and Chick-Fil-A) and people are really nice here. It’s never a dull moment here. Like I told a few people, Being down here is only good in small doses…