Like Father like Son???

When I was just a child I knew that there was something wrong with my dad. The problem was that everyone else acted as if they did not see anything unusual going on. I had my suspicions that it was partially due to the fact that he had earned a reputation in his youth for hitting first and asking questions later. The fact that he stood over six feet five inches tall and tipped the scale at more than 300 hundred pound probably served as a deterrent for correction as well.

It wasn't that my dad was the only doing crazy things at the time, although the things he did were always on a much bigger scale, but it was the fact that there was nothing that I could blame his behavior on. For instance when my friend Tony's dad kicked their dog so hard it went blind, we asked Tony, "what was that about?" Tony answered "My dad is drunk again," to which we all replied "Ahhhahhh." Case closed we had both cause and effect, his dad got drunk...stupid behavior ensued.

Unfortunately, my dad was not a drinker, but oh how I prayed to the Lord above to let it be revealed that he was secretly sipping on the sauce, and if I would have had access to any alcohol myself, I would have framed the guy.

You see I never had a reason why my dad did the stuff he did. I can hear you thinking, it could not have been that bad, allow me to enlighten you.

One Christmas as we were opening our presents, my dad picked up one of the presents. It was a rifle cap gun, the kind where you put a roll of paper caps inside and when you pulled the trigger it made a loud bang. There was a big red warning label on the side of the rifle that said "Do Not Fire Gun Inside or near flammable material, which my dad read aloud to us and then threatened us with bodily harm if he caught any of us firing it in the house or near anything flammable.