my dad was brutal with it because he'd come home all nonchalant...asking how im doing and how was school and whatnots...id say fine and he'd go about his biz..to take off his suit, say hi to moms, and eat dinner...id be thinking i was good...then later id hear his heavy, slippered footsteps come downstairs to the basement...he'd have this look on his face --->
as he'd begin to question me about whatever i did to get in trouble...me being stupid id try to talk in circles in order to confuse him which never worked...when he finally got me to talk about what i did and gave him the answer he was looking for..he'd be like "ok very good" all calm like..and his face would go from
to
..then he'd tell me to go to the bedroom where he would get the branch(es) from the top of the refrigerator and whoop the skin off my ass with that shyt
...i used to think he was the meanest person in the world..it took being an adult to realize what he did was for the best esp when i see some of these moron kids walking around



