Ehhh, mostly. It was only for like 1/7th for my truck. The rest I paid of in cash when I got it. The weed thing was fun. About 4-5 acres of weeds, by hand. My muscles tripled since that Summer. I am serious. My real life friend, Zeekyhbomb, could probably tell you more. This coming from a different perspective then mine. It seems that some people kind of find this as shocking/wierd. I dislike my Dad for most of these things. My Dad, as a whole, comes off as a nice, friendly, cool guy, but the thing is you get a whole different perspective when living with him. Backround: My Dad was one of many children growing up. The problem? My Grandma and Grandpa deserted him and my aunt. My grandma died, my grandpa is unfortunately still alive. I know that is a bad thing to say, but considering all that he is done to my Dad/my family, I feel it's right to blatently state it as it is. My Dad was raised by my Aunt, who was 16 when it all began and him only being 6 or 7. Ever since I was a kid, my Dad pressured my sisters and I to work whenever there was work to be done. Basically, if we saw something needed to be done, we do it without being asked. I have spent about 6 months grounded from not paying attention. My dad opened his own company in '99. A mortgage company. Ever since, my sisters and I have been working for his company (I.E. shredding paper, stapling papers, vaccuming, cleaning, etc.) for no pay. Only to learn working skills. My Dad shipped me off to Arizona 2 weeks before my 15th birthday. The day of turning 15, I would have to have a job. The day rolled by and I didn't have a job. My Dad made me come back where I was grounded all summer and had to pull weeds in our canyon for 6 hours a day; 7 days a week while working at his office 5 days a week for 6 hours. I had to keep a sheet with my times and get it signed at the end of the day. If it wasn't signed by 12:00am the next day, the times would be discarded and I'd have to make that days work again. The grounding lifted, but by November I was grounded until I found a job, which I did at a local grocery store a week later. By December, my Dad wants me out of his house. He says I am introverted and I don't communicate with the family. This being my [bleep] of a Stepmom and my Dad's 3 minions. My sisters. I, being the type of person who studies someone and knows how they react, calm him down and convince for me to stay. I had to write up a contract stating I'd interact with the family and get over my introvertness. I tend to get introverted when I draw/read. When I stop either, it'll last for about a day. My Dad doesn't really like me doing it. Plus, he doesn't like the stuff I draw (I.E. Zombies, scary things, etc.) Says it changes my aura and it gives negativity. I decided to make him mad by drawing a bunch, hanging 'em in my room and buying a bunch of posters of movies I like, like Dawn of the Dead (Original and New), The Condemned, 300, and I am going to be getting Hostel II soon. Pictures My 16th birthday was coming up. Before I could get my permit, I had to listen to 19 hours of tapes called "How to win friends and influence other people" by Dale Karnegie and write a 3 page report on it. Now, for my license, I had to read the book and write a 3 page report on the book and then another one on responsibility. I finished and then passed. I got my car (With my money) and I was free. .. Well, so I thought, lol. Basically, I began to become myself again and wipe the fake smile off my face. My dad pulled up one day and said my car was being repoed. <- I think that's how you spell it. I saved my car :thumbsup: Don't ask me how, but I put my skills to the test and bull-sharted my way through the ordeal. Basically, I wrote 3 contracts. One for the family, again. One for the car and on for my sisters. These stating that I will take them anywhere, on cue, and if I hesitate, my car is sold and my dad gets $500 per hour he spends trying to sell it. So, my sisters have been dragging me around and really... pissing me off. Mostly the second youngest. She asks if I will take her anywhere. I say no because I am busy doing something. She tells my dad. I fix the problem with him. He threatens me. I take her where she needs to go. I feel bad writing about this and I don't want any sympathy. It just feels good to let it out. I mostly talk to my cousin, who is there most the time and tries to help me with this stuff, but I don't think of it as enough. Thanks to anyone who read that all O_o EDIT: Found the ravine picture of the weeds I pulled. I had to step back, so it is longer then it seems. Basically, I pulled every weed, by hand, and bagged them for later to be inspected. I ended up pulling about 40-50+ black bags of weeds. Basically, about 1.5-2 acres down and about 3.5-4 acres across. The red line farthest south is where I started. Farthest North is where I ended. The width that I pulled went off the camera, but it does about another acre (Both added together). The brown pole you can see, sort of bottom left, is about my height (Me being 5'9). So, you can compare that to the length of it all. I would be more than happy to give you my address :D When you show up, I'd help. Lol. My Dad is pretty strong. He works out every morning before work. #8 kills me. It's a good movie to see once and learn about life once, but when you watch it every month for the last year, it makes you want to blow it up more than once. [/hide] Go and get 18 or something. And move the hell out now. How can they treat you like that. :shock:
