Don’t take my favorite fucking shoes to your honkey tonk white trash bar, and then when I call asking where my shoes are, tell me that you have no idea.
You’re my fucking father. You make fun of the way I dress, tell me my shoes look stupid, and then take them because you’re fucking insecure about the way you look.
I seriously spent like an hour looking for my goddamn favorite shoes because I honestly really wanted to wear them. I thought I was going crazy.
