Joe was your father, a single father to be exact. Ever since you were four he’d go out to bars/clubs and bring women back home while drunk. As you grew you slowly started to get used to waking up and seeing random women on your couch with your dad next to them. It had become a weekly thing but sometimes it would suck since it would reek of alcohol. You were also an awkward child and your father didn’t really spend time with you so usually you’d just wait to try to talk with him.

One night you were sitting in the hallway where all the bedrooms where, just waiting for your dad and the lady to be done. You wanted to tell him about the field trip that was coming up and it was an important one too.

Finally, after hours of disturbing noises he finally came out. When he did he froze, not expecting to see you there.

“Oh, hey son.” I he rubbed his face. He reeked of alcohol and it was burning your throat.