Hey everyone! Happy Super Bowl XLIII! As of now, Steelers 17 - Cardinals 7. I'm rooting for the Cardinals because if the Steelers win, then they will have 6 SB wins and the Cowboys, my team of choice, will not be tied for first with 5. So, GO CARDINALS! Besides, this is their first ever time in Super Bowl. They should win.

Anyway, today I wanted to talk about my family. What sparked this was an incident that occurred yesterday. Basically, once I got back from All-Shore tryouts (ahahahaha @ Laura, Kimmy, Sarah and Christina), my Dad wasn't there. First Laura left. Then Kimmy. Then Christina. Eventually, even Sarah left. I was waiting in Mr. Hammer's truck for Dad to come. Earlier that day, my Dad was pretty agitated, but I wasn't sure why. Eventually, I saw my Dad's car inching towards the parking lot. I noticed a bicycle going faster. Once he came in, he didn't turn into the parking lot. As I walked toward him, I saw Mr. Hammer pull out of the parking lot. I was going to regret that. Once I got right by his car, I opened the door, but looked elsewhere. I saw that his front right tire was ripped open. I asked what happened. I'll edit his response:
"My ------- tire got ripped the ---- open." - Dad
"What happened?!?" - Trey
"This wouldn't have ------- happened if it weren't for you. Everything you do is ------ up." - Dad
At this point I was worried. In the past, things have happened with Dad where the police have been called. He has been to jail for a night. And that's only what I was alive for. There also what happened when I was just a baby. Anyway, I knew what the signs said. So I said,
"I'm calling Mom."
Thank God that I did. If I had gotten in that car, I don't know what would've happened. I started to walk along the fence for the WiHi stadium. Dad stayed where he was. I was talking to my mom, saying what had happened, what was said. As I was talking, i was on the verge of tears. I hate it when my Dad does this. I love him, but he makes this so hard. I heard a car horn being honked. Apparently, Dad noticed that I walked off. My stomach dropped. As they say, when it rains, it pours. And that applies to my Dad. If he's angry, he's furious. I start crying. And I'm not ashamed to say it.
quick update: 20 - 7
I'm walking faster, as mom is calling the police on the work phone. She sends my sister Kim and her fiance Mike to come get me. My peripheral vision catches a change in motion behind me. I turn around, stunned. I see Dad turning around, with his headlight facing me. I tell Mom.
"Is there anyone else, Trey?"
"No! I'm alone in the parking lot. There's other cars, but no people! I'm scared!"
I hear Mom begin to talk sobbingly to her coworkers, who have been listening in on the call. I hear her say,
"He's so scared and I'm scared for him."
Two of her coworkers immediately head towards my location.
Dad is headed towards me as well. I know that the flat tire will delay him, but I can't go very far either. I'm screaming in fear. I finally get to where i'm at the end of the parking lot. I'm looking at the civic center, wishing that Kim were to magically appear with the truck right next to me, along with the police. But, that wasn't happening. What was happening was obvious. I was either about to get very hurt, either mentally or physically, possibly both. My Dad has never hit me before, but I know that he could. I'm yelling into the phone, asking where Kim is. I needed someone. Anyone. As I was freaking out, I notice Dad nearing me. I am so scared. I am contemplating crossing over the curb, a feat that Dad's Oldsmobile Cutless Supreme couldn't do with four brand new tires. Mom and I, both scared witless, are just playing a waiting game. Either for Kim or the police, whoever came first. Dad is only a few mere yards from me. I do it. I cross the road, sealing the deal that Dad was uber angry at me. Once I was on the other side of the road, Dad rod right next to the curb. He rolled down his window. I forgot to mention that he was laying on the horn this whole time. If anyone was here, they would've come out of their car. Dad, shouting profanely colored lyrics at me, including
"Get in this --- ---- ------- car, right the ---- now."
or
"What are you gonna ------- do, you ------------?!?"
I start bawling for help. Then, my worst nightmare. I see Kim. But she pull up in the parking lot, right next to Dad. I was so scared. I try to decide what to do, thinking that Dad might try to cut me off on my way to Kim. I run towards the truck. I get in and lay down in the backseat. Once the police get there, they ask me what happened...blah blah blah. Then I leave. I don't know what happened after that.

okay, so lets go onto a positive run now.

I want to talk about my family, but there is only so much time left before bed. I will do a part two, but I'm going to talk a little more.

I am thankful for my family. I love just about everything they do for me, to me, with me, etc. I appreciate everyone for different reasons.
I appreciate my sister Kim because she can always lift me up from a bad time very easily.
I appreciate my sister Jenny for always being able to make me smile, even at the worst of times.
I appreciate my sister Naomi for teaching me about being very responsible, but also being fun, which is exactly how she is.
I appreciate my brother Jerry for being so cool with me and always being a person to talk to.
I appreciate my sister Erin for being able to be a driving force in proving points against people.
I appreciate my Mom for always being caring, but also not being to spoiling.
I appreciate my Dad for almost always being very cheery to me and helpful.
I appreciate my friend Chris for being able to make jokes about himself, and showing me that I can do the same.
I appreciate my friend Elfadil for helping me become more responsible, but also maintaining sociability.
I appreciate my friend Bailey for being so fun and always being bubbly, getting me into a good mood.
I appreciate all of my other friends and family who weren't mentioned. You all are so very helpful in my life development and so encouraging. I don't think that without my friends that I would be able to be so interactive with everyone at school! I used to be a recluse. Now I see that I can be silly and fun and sociable and still maintain a sense of hard work and get good grades.

Thanks so much to my family and friends!

¡Trey Mason!

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