For me to have a semi-real reason to bitch, that is. Making this the first *real* blog, out of 90.

Wow.

So right now, we're extremely tight on money. The car's gone to shit, and Mom's starting to panic.

So she calls up my dad at an insane hour of the morning, and what's the first thing out of her mouth?

"What would you think if I just packed up and left?"

It hit me like a fucking brick wall.

My mom is a runner. A...