My dad

Well my dad wasnt the worst dad but it doesn't mean he was one of those dads on a coffee mug, which means he ain't #1. well when I was young of course I was super attached to him an my earliest memory of him going to work and me yelling and crying not to leave. Well of course he had to but I didn't understand why. And my dad taught me to fish and to wait because the fish just don't pop up out of nowhere. That probably where I got my patience. I remember a time in New York when we went to a park and I remember him bbqing corn on the cob :). Well that was one of my favorite memories from New York and my dad. But on to the point. My dad was and is the kind of person who likes to drink to the point where you can't understand them. That put a lot of strain on the relationship between my mother and him. He always went too far and sometimes began to argue and slam things. It got to the point where my mother would have us hide his liquor and beer. Of course he'd get angry and yell and scream and threaten us that he'd leave and in the end my mom would always say either "don't give it to him" or "just give him a couple beers." He wasn't abusive or anything when he was drinking but I did not want him to be this man. There are some funny memories from him being drunk of course but that's not the point of this blog. My dad ripped our family apart due to him not resisting temptation. That will be left for a later blog though. Bye for now. -Anthony