My father was crazy

     Growing up I knew my father was crazy he was under the impression that a box of raisin bran was a single serving. Every morning he would take out a large mixing bowl and pore in the whole box of raisin bran and top it all off with some sugar and about half a gallon of milk. Then he would play beat the clock by walking to work. Most times he would make it but the funnier days were when he didn't. Yes he would either shit his own pants or drop one along side the road with no paper to clean up after he never told us which. He never did put it together that the amount of fiber he was consuming was the cause of his problem. He would then accuse the rest of the family of poisoning him. Then again this is the guy who chose meth over me so I can't say that he is known for making good decisions in life.