I had to slap my pops up back when i was 16. He was never really in my life, all i remember is him drinking and beating me, but he moved back to jamaica when i was young. Carribean people dont really get divorced unless they decide to remarry, so although they were technically still married, he came back to the US but was only staying with us in the guest room til he got his money up and moved on. But he was on some bullshyt like he could son me when he never raised me.
So he's not working, lounging in the house all day, running up the phone bill. I'm going to school, working, and he's in the backyard drinking a forty and reading a newspaper.
Him:

Get out here NOW
Me:

the fukk you want?
Him:

Go do yardwork, and no more backchat!
Me:

I gotta go to work, you do it you aint doing shyt anyway.
Him:

I'm bout to take my glasses off and box you in the mouth
So I saw all red, remembered all the times he used to beat me as a young boy, slapped him while he was taking his glasses off his face, started choking him then almost smashed him with the forty but caught myself and smashed it right next to him.
Him:

I'm calling police!
Me:

I'm calling mom. If you put me in jail she's gonna put you out on the street.