The long part

I come home, talk to my parents for a minute. My dad asks for the rent money and I tell him that I've already told him that I am unable to pay it until the 7th when I get my check. I re-explain and go back to my room for about 10 minutes until I decide to hit up CounterStrike only to see my ping hitting 800+. That's not a problem, since I can just go out and unplug the computer from the router (since, you know, I just pay the part of the cable bill that covers the internet connection) and state "Hey, if you wouldn't mind, if you're not using the connection, please unplug the pc from the router since it kills the connection."

My dad starts ranting on how I'm not paying the bills (BULLSHIT) and such. After words were exchanged, I said "I'm gonna go for a drive" and turned around towards my room. My dad mutters something as he's getting up to drunkenly chase me but I make it to my room and lock the door, placing my foot at the base. He ran into the door, full force, busting it at the handle. I step back after he hits it a couple more times and just say nothing as he gets in my face. I can't even remember what he said to me, but I just wanted his drunk ass out of my face so I could leave.

He walks out of the room, I TRY to close the door and see that the thing is unable to ever close again. I mutter "Great, now I don't have a door that closes." My dad hears this, runs over, drop kicks the door (leaving a huge hole in the wall where the handle hit) and then rips it from the hinges yelling "WELL NOW YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING DOOR."

I put my laptop in my case and walk past Angie, who for once doesn't say a damn thing about it.

I need a place to live. Seriously, I need some place within a couple days since I know I will outgrow my welcome at  dae's after a few nights.