as much of an ass as my dad may be sometimes, he's really nice when he's in a good mood, like for example, he just gave me my favorite hoodie, which i couldn't bring with me bc i used it the day before i left PR and forgot to stuff it in my suitcase, and so now i'm just rubbing it all over my face making happy noises bc hOODIES MAN (also it lost the nice musky scent sooo)








