Finally, your dad was back... the years without him were brutal. Christmases alone... birthdays with just cake without people to share it with. You didn't know your mother. She left after you were born, that's what you were told atleast....

You were still in school when your dad came home. He barely acted or looked how you remembered but it was him, that's for sure. The smells of cigars and whiskey. Unfortunately, the smell was everywhere he went. Like a signature.

You wake up on a Monday morning a week after Price had came back for good. You yawn and stretch looking at the clock... 8:30?! You're late to school! By a hour! You rush and throw on your clothes, brush your teeth and race downstairs, your dad drinking coffee, forgetting you had school.

You tell him what's going on and he almosts spits out his coffee. "Dammit kid! Get in the damn truck!"