ROBERT

“A fucking police station, Pete!!!”

“I now have to come get your ass out of the jail?”

“Are you out of your damn mind “

“What were you thinking?”

“Just how dumb can you get for Christ's sake?”

“How did I get stuck with an idiot for a son?”

I thunder at Pete, vibrating with so much anger that I can barely contain myself. He is looking at me but I can barely see his eyes because they are swollen shut from the beating he got from the other party.

His face is swollen and reddish in most areas, Pete looks like he has been run over by a truck. Dry blood traces all over his cotton top and his hair looks like a child took scissors to it. We are standing in the parking lot of the Las Vegas police prescient waiting for my lawyer, the whole place stinks of piss and burning rubber, looking around we are surrounded by patrol cars and cops roaming around, attending to their various duties which I am supposed to be doing too but here I am.

“Dad, look I am sorry ok”

“You need to have seen the other