What an interesting conversation.

So i'm assuming it was an effort (that worked) to get me feeling connected to my dad a little bit more. I always knew some things he never told me through my mom, but for him to tell me of his past- such as he did- amazed me. No ordinary father tells these stories. I guess since I told him about my breakup with Fausto, and how I didn't know how much he understood me, Im guessing he wanted to prove it- that i could relate to him. (I always knew I could, it was a matter of proof, I suppose.) So as we were walking up Avenue road, he told me what he described as a 'bad bad bad' story. He told me that when he was about 16, he and his friends, he described it as 'guys being guys, starting shit', decided to steal a convertible from around his area, to drive it around downtown. So, on the way there, my dad was chilling in the passenger seat, having fun, whatever, and they then went to a party. Everybody got smashed, (im assuming) and my dad ended up driving back. So a cop pulled up behind them, and my dad said, Guys! lets run! and everybody else decided against it- to just take the crap coming to them. So they all get arrested, and all have to go to court. My dad ended up taking my grandmother to court everytime- and his lawyer said not to plead because the judge was an asshole, but since my dad didnt want to cause any more stress to my grandmother- he just pled. My dad spent 7 days in the don jail for that, and he told me he coudln't sleep one night, that people would be screaming and yelling late at night- and that the windows were so high, you couldnt see the outdoors- and it was horrible. What an interesting story, I thought. He told me that when he got out, no matter how bad he got bitched at by his mom and aunt, that he felt amazingly free, like nothing before. He said he was 'reborn' from that day. (He still was a hooligan after that!) I needed something like that from my dad. I know theres tons more stories, but that was an amazing start. :)

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