I filled up my bath and sat in some colder water. I kept my head on it as well. Just when I went out and wanted to go back to bed, my Dad entered my room, and looked at me angry.
I looked at him, but I didn't stop going back to my bed. I laid in, and pulled the light guilt on me. He stood on my bed and looked at me.
"Son, I was thinking. It's time to choose a university."
"Dad I'm dying. Could we talk about that later?"
"No. Actually, I made my decision because I cannot watch your behavior any longer."
"What?"
"You need to pull yourself together."
I sat up.
"You wanted this. I'm only doing what people do at my age in Manhattan. What's the problem with that?"
"The problem is, I'm not going to wait until I lose you in a car accident, or watch you to kill your liver."
I laughed a
