Late last night I had an "accident" in bed. I tripped in the bathroom and caused some loud noises. After I cleaned up I went downstairs to get some water. I was using a baseball bat as a crutch. When I went to fill up my glass of water my father told me I was making to much noise and he needed sleep. He told me don't use a baseball bat to get around. I told him I tripped going to the bathroom and just needed some water. He wouldn't let me get water. I eventually walked passed him to get some water. When I got up stairs my mother accused me of playing darts. They told me if I made any more noise they would call the police.
Wow, I hate my parents.
Wow, I hate my parents.