I posted a comment on someones blog, about how I backed into someone on purpose once. I did not say who that someone was, so I thought I would explain it here. Seeing as it was my dad, and his brand spanking new Subaru Legacy.

Long story short, me and my dad had some really really rough years. I am not going into details, but we both did things to each other that parents and children should never do.

I was working in Charleston at the post office at the time, and he was once again mad at me. I was 18, had just moved back in from the last time he kicked me out, was paying rent, buying all of my own food, and I had came home later than what he set my curfew at the night before. I had told him I would be late, but he blocks my truck with his car, so I can not leave. I asked twice for him to move, because he knows and I know that I am a hot head. He refused and just stood there yelling at me. SO I grabbed my keys and said if you do not move, I will get out anyway.

I went out side, got in my little truck, and hit the side of his car. I hit it three different times, until there was enough room for me to squeeze out of. Then I went back inside and told him what I had did. You know what....he laughed. He laughed because it was the same thing he would have done. He told my step mom he had no idea who did it, and turned it into insurance. He kicked me out again a week later...for being late on curfew.