You had come over to Pete’s house to hangout.. his little sister let you in and then skipped away to go back to coloring. Walking upstairs, you heard yelling coming from the familiar room.

“ Why can’t you just be fockin’ normal Peter?! First it’s them damn films, then, your settin’ shit on fire?! What the fock is wrong wit’ ya?! “

His father, Angelo DiNunzio, swore at a silent Pete. From what you could hear, his dad was pissed.

“ I swear ta’ god- If you don’t straighten up- I’ll break ya’ fockin’ legs! You hear me?! “

His father stormed out and nearly knocked you down- he looked at you, same eyes Pete had staring you down…

“ Ex-Cuse you. “

He began to walk away.