Andy
I knew I'd regret telling my parents about my plans for tonight from the moment the announcement left my mouth. The argument kicked off between Dad and me, just as it always did whenever I made plans with my old school friends. I can't understand why he refuses to see how much I am in need of this right now, a night where I don't have to think about Pia, where I can clear my mind, drink beer and play poker, but he's acting like I'm going off the rails.
"Andrew, seriously, getting blacked out drunk is not the answer to dealing with your problems, mate." Dad tells me, for the millionth time since our argument started. He's like a broken record, repeating the same phrases over and over like he holds all the answers. "You're just going to be pushing them down, but they'll be waiting for
