Years later when I was in my early twenties, I was home from college on summer break, working as a cashier in my neighborhood drug store. As I was getting ready to go to work, my dad shouted from his usual chair, "You good for nothing mother fucker. You will never amount to anything. You are a horrible worker and you can't even keep a job more than a month. You are a worthless piece of shit."
In an irate tone of voice, I said, holding back my tears, " What about you? You think you are something. At least I am trying." He furiously smashed his glass cup against the table so that the beer splattered all over it and came after me. When I saw him coming, I lifted my feet up in the air to push him away. He hurried back to the kitchen, got himself a butcher knife, stood next to me and said, "Come on."
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