Snoopy
Stopping in my tracks, I looked up from the picture. Slowly tucking it in my back pocket as instant anger filled me. Leaning against my bike was my father. For the first time in my life, I wasn't mad about seeing him. No, I was pissed off he was touching my bike. Nobody touched my bike.
"Pretty sure you were already told to f**k off."
Laughing, he pushed himself off my bike.
"Oh, now, no need to get your panties in a bunch. I just wanted to talk with my son without the asshole around."
"Diggs is a hundred times the man you are."
Anger flashed in his eyes for a moment. It was quick and would have been easy to miss, especially as he laughed again.
"If you say so."
"What did you want?"
"Only wanted to talk. I really think you are missing out on something big, and only
