There is a new TV series coming out with William Shatner based on a twitter account called #*%^ my dad says. It made me think about my own father, and how he isn't really a man of words so much as he is a man of action. These things are entertainment to me, sometimes embarrassing to me, sometimes dangerous. I thought you guys might get amused and see where my personality, my life came from, and there for where Buck's life from. (In case you don't know, Buck is me with antlers, piercings, and a complete lack of inhibitions.)

So yesterday I went to the gun show here at the coliseum, and took my father with me. I had wanted to get him a 4 inch blued colt diamondback, which they didn't have. I did end up getting a RRA LRA-8 AR-10 clone, since I was missing an AR-10 clone from my collection.

But going on next to the gun show was a tattoo show, and they were getting ready for a little wayne concert later in the week. As my father and I were leaving we noticed this group of men around my age, early 20s, next to their car which was next to ours. Blasting their rap music, and being in general ignorant by spitting on the ground, I just sighed inside because I knew my father was going to say something. I shifted the empty soft case on my shoulder, and moved the hard case to my right hand while putting on my best "mean" face.

Sure enough, my father makes a bee line towards them. All of them have their underwear showing, and pants low. One is worse than the rest, with literally his belt holding his pants around just the top of his knees. He could not walk if he wanted to. It is this person my father approaches, and as he does so they all turn to face us. Reaching into his front pocket my father takes out of his wallet, removes a five dollar bill, and gives it to the man with his saggy pants before saying:

"Here son, buy some pants that fit."

At which point he turns, walks to our car, and we leave, to the stunned silence of the thug wanna bes.