word this is the mpc im getting
as for the whole deadbeat thing, he was a good dad yo
raised the young god till i was 12 and my mom whored it up and left him. he took care of me and my sister for another couple years while devolving into misery and alcoholism until we moved in with my mom and my pops bounced to florida to do piles of coke and finger strippers in tampa. like any gentlemen should. his child support paid for my moms boyfriends cigarettes and gas money while we ate shitty food and a few new shirts for school every year. but my second family was dope. my homie and his older brother, his older brother kept me fresh and shit so it was never like i was bummy
until after i dropped out.
my mom couldnt handle da young god, i was getting drunk robbing my neighbors orange drink and fighting anyone who said anything remotely sideways
then my pops was back in the picture and helped right the sinking ship of my life, got me a job at maaco when i was 17 where i learned the basics of what i do now, but i was still a lazy piece of shit and would call off and get him in trouble with his boss for even hiring me.
i ended up quitting and was a grown man living with my dad for over a year without any goals or ambitions, i hermitted out, drank his beer and smoked weed, made beats and played video games, while he slaved it up.
then shit got real he was struggling and i moved back in with my mom
then i lived with her continuing to be a bum until i got a job at subway, i then started having sexual relations with my lesbian boss and moved in with her and her lesbian girlfriend. she would come into my room periodically on the low and we'd have amazing sex. it was driving me insane tho and i bounced and moved where i still am today
my pops needed to get away from his buddies who all started smoking crack and drinking rotgut liquor all day. he had a job although he was on workers comp but that job was too rough on his surgically mangled shoulder so he quit
workers comp stopped paying him
i've been holding it down since
i look at it as helping him out, its the least i can do for him helping me, it makes me feel less shitty for the couple years i was a piece of trash to him
but i mean today i come home expecting a decent amount of groceries and its like half of what i expected, instead of getting a bunch of meals he got a few GOOD meals, and an 18 pack.
which makes me want to grab him by his faggot ass ponytail and beat the fucking life out of him.
but thats my G yo, so its whatever. i chalk it up as my fault or letting him know i planned on getting more groceries this weekend, so his mind went "shit if he's getting more ill just get enough to make it till then and swing an 18 pack"
but i dont blame him, his life is miserable too. if he wants some boooze to escape thats fine.
its basically like witty said, i'd give him my last few bucks for a beer if he wanted it. but the nigga should ask tho and not just take it and cop it. but then again how does that make him feel asking me like he's a little kid needing permission, uh yes son do you mind if i do this?
basically its all good
but everything is more complex than what it seems on the surface