2.23.1994

Apparently I'm just like my uncle Steve. That's what Dad was yelling at me today. We got in yet another big fight and as usual it was over nothing important. My Dad's younger brother Steve has always been hassled by Dad and he thinks his little brother is a bum. That's what he's told us over and over again anyway. Steve doesn't seem like all that bad of a guy to me but I guess he's done some dumb stuff over a long period of time to his family. I'm not clear on what exactly because it's all coming from Dad. I can't trust much of what he says.

Since in Dad's eyes Steve is a bum and a drunk, by telling me I'm just like his younger brother I guess this is supposed to be some sort of hateful insult. It's actually kinda comical really. I don't think I'm anything like my uncle or ever will be. Dad's just an idiot. He gets pissed off for no reason at the drop of at hat over insignificant shit and then he's gotta open his yap. I'm sick of hearing him after so many years of his junk. You reach a point where none of it matters or has any effect on you any more and it becomes surreal, or comical, or mundane. You just stop caring.