Beer And Rap

I’ve always gotten up early, don’t know why. I can’t do the get to work at 6 am bullshit, don’t ask me for shit until 9. Even at my drunkest, I might go back to sleep for hours, which I hate, sleeping is boring as fuck. I think it’s from my pops getting me up at 7am to fix cars or buy broken ones to fix. It’s a worthwhile hustle if you can flip then fast enough.

I use to get woken up on Saturday’s at 7 am by him. In those days I would get on the creeper and roll under a car and fall asleep until he asked me what was taking so long.

One time in college after I’d moved back home from fucking up at UT and transferring to ASU my pops woke me up at fucking 5 am on a Saturday.

You see on Friday he found my linear algebra test and was pissed I got a 67 or whatever. He wanted to go over every fucking question and teach me.

Well that night I came home wasted at 4 am so with an hour’s worth of sleep I wasn’t in the best shape to review an exam. During the middle of him going over matrixes or some shit I fell asleep. I was awoken by him hitting me in the face with my exam. This is not how you want to wake up.

I get yelled at at 5:30am about how I’m not taking school serious and am fucking up my life (both had some truth actually). Well that’s when I got pissed and told him to fuck off because that fucking 67 was the highest grade in the class on an exam that was half full of material my shitty Russian instructor had not gone over yet. With the curve that was an A, a fucking plus even.

My fathers response was so the fuck what. He did not care about curves, he wanted all the questions right. It was my fault for not reading ahead and preparing for an exam on material I was not taught. Then he told me to fix a car at 6 am. I slept under that car for 3 hours that day.

Some years later my dad took a job teaching calculus at a community college. He was fired for failing the entire class. They wanted a curve and he told them that was for lazy white people.