So...when I was like 19.
I went to visit my dad in his new house...I realized he lived across the street from a crypt.
So I went over there and investigated and found out that there was this big ASS lock on it...too big for little ol' me to kick or pull or smash with a rock off...
so I went back over to my dads and asked him for a bolt cutters...
Now the thing about my dad is that he remembers when I had a bon fire in his kitchen in a chili pot...and the time I drove his Geo like a go-cart all over town...
So he Says to me
"Kass, what the Hell are you going to do with that bolt cutters."
and I reply sweetly..."Well dad..there has been this dragging noise under my car and I think I need to go and cut some shit off of it...(87 Toyota tercel that was HIT BY A BUS) and so he totally bought it...and HANDED ME THE BOLT CUTTERS
as I walked outside I turned to see my dad watching in the window...and as I crossed the street and walked into the cemetery...I saw his face drop and his eyes widen...
and as I clipped the LOCK OFF the crypt I watched him shake his fist at me...
Closing the door behind me, my dad stood at the top of the steps..."you're a SHITHEAD" he said and took the bolt cutters from me.


-KASS