"hey dad"
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"son, i'm coming back in mid-november...brace yourself!"

i guess this means that hannz can't come over all that much and that we'd have some sorta lack of privacy. better keep the ps2 out of sight for now, too.

"son, i'm coming back in december...be good!"

okay...that's not so bad, i guess i still have freedom...pity i don't have a social life yet to abuse my freedom for. at least i still have time for classes and there's still space to breathe.

"son, i'm coming back in january...mail me if anything comes up!"

man, if you're going to new york, i have to ask you to get the new bon jovi album. and maybe robbie's cd. and michael buble. crap, i hope you don't come back too soon...i'm still enjoying life here.

"son...i might not be coming back all that soon...tell your mother that she's going to have to wait for the legal proceedings!"

are you on the run?

and so the story shall continue, but that's the gist of it. i think my dad would slap me for asking him to get the cds, but it's worth a shot. idiot. should've told him that i wanted to go to new york with him, the f*cker. he's my dad, and i love him, yea? even if he is a pr*ck.