Frank Iero is your dad.

It’s now the middle of the night, and there’s a pretty severe thunderstorm. You can’t sleep, so ultimately decide to go downstairs, and outside to watch all the lightning.

As you’re outside, you hear the door open.

“Kiddo, what are you doing up?” you turn your head and see your dad, a non-lit cigarette in his mouth. “It’s not safe out here alone.”