At the look of both disappointment and regret from Ginger Mike (a.k.a Dad) every time I say something stupid or funny. Or both. I get the feeling one day he'll give up, feeling he's suffered long enough that one night as I sleep, he'll run into my room and hold a pillow over my face. Or as push me down the stairs one morning as I got about getting ready. Or he'll kick me out.
Hate this. Going to go away and learn how to become a stand up comedian.
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