I hate avoiding my parents. Well, I don't hate avoiding them at all, I just hate the hassle of avoiding them. But, when my dad's in a piss-poor mood and I'm in a piss-poor mood, it's just best that we don't speak. At least until David achieves financial independence, then the whole bridge of communication gets burned down. Life is too short to squander on idiots and bastards, and there is no larger bastard than my dad. I love him, but I'll still do a jig on his grave.