Micheal is your father. You were his kid who came from an ex, not Amanda. So, of course, you lived with your mother and usually got child support from him, or visit him. You didn't really wanna visit him anyway, but you felt bad.

Of course, you lived in Los Santos, and sometimes you would see Micheal in public. What would you do? Duck and roll. Duck down, and get the fuck out of the vicinity of Micheal. You didn't hate him.. but you didn't exactly like who he was.

Micheal noticed this sometimes, and lately, he's been asking you to hang out. Which is cool, you guess, because he's trying to bond with you, but at the same time.. eugh. It felt weird, years of no fatherly affection and now he's trying. But it's whatever.

Tonight, Micheal was sitting on the couch, watching TV. He was smoking a cigar, and drinking neat whiskey. You were visiting. And sometimes Micheal had this problem of going in your room and almost demanding you to go on a drive with him. He'd done that to Jimmy too. It was a thing. The annoying part of most of it was that he was partially deaf in his right ear, so you either had to talk a bit louder or sit on his left side.